Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 762
Kelly’s understanding of acting pitiful was to beat herself up until she was covered in bruises. Then, she would apologize pitifully
to Ian and beg for his forgiveness.
Actually, it wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to sacrifice herself or that she was afraid of physical pain, but how should she beat
herself up?
Should she keep throwing herself on the ground?
It would not be easy to control the strength that way. If she was not careful, she might suffer internal injuries.
Actually, she could also create injuries with makeup. Kelly had seen many special effects makeup artists on the production team.
The injuries were especially realistic.
However, no matter how similar they looked, they were fake. From afar, they looked fine, but up close, they would definitely be
exposed.
If Ian found out that she was faking it, that she was trying to fool him with a fake injury, he would probably be more furious with
her!
Kelly posted her difficulties online and asked for help.
Upon seeing what she wrote, the netizens did not react for a long time.
The 430th comment showed another exasperated emoji.
The 431st comment wrote, [I’m speechless. Are you trying to kill me with laughter?]
The 432nd comment read, [This is hilarious. The OP is so incredibly funny. That’s not acting pitiful. That is self-harming!]
The 433rd comment added, [I’m laughing so hard that I’m pounding my fist on the table.]
Kelly was even more confused than them. ‘Didn’t they ask me to act pitiful? What is wrong?’ she wondered.
The 434th comment replied, [OP, this is not how you act pitiful. If you beat yourself up until your face is swollen and go apologize
to your boyfriend, you will scare him away.]

The 435th comment added, [The so-called acting pitiful is basically pretending to be drunk and calling the other party. Then, you
apologize pitifully and say that you won’t be able to live without the other party. You make the other party think that you’re drunk
and are saying the truth. Then, he will forgive you.]
The 436th comment said, [The commenter above is right. The other way is to pretend to be sick and get the other party to take
care of you. Then, you will talk in your sleep and say that you like the other party.]
The 437th comment wrote, [Can the previous commenter be more precise? Your suggestion of pretending to be sick refers to
catching a cold. Otherwise, the OP may just stab herself or cut her waist. That will be terrible.]
The 438th comment typed, [Pfft. Right, right, right. We have to be careful with our words. OP, please don’t misunderstand.]
Kelly was very angry. She felt that she was being looked down upon. [Am I that stupid?]
The next few comments all replied with [Yes!].
Kelly’s mouth twitched. She was speechless.
However, she still replied seriously. After all, the netizens had given her many ideas.
[Everyone, stop laughing. I’m going to take action. I hope I can salvage the situation this time. I’ll report the results to everyone
later.]
The 450th comment said, [I wish you success in your endeavors.]
The next few comments were the same and wished her all the best.
Of course, she would! Kelly made a gesture to boost her confidence. She did not even bother to eat lunch and went to look for
wine.
The kitchen took good care of East Court. When they heard that Kelly wanted wine, they immediately sent a few bottles over.
There were vodka, rum, brandy, beer, and red wine. They were all served on the table.
Kelly propped up her chin and looked at the table full of alcohol. She did not know where to start.

She rarely drank, so she had no idea if she could hold her liquor. She had to control her alcohol tolerance. She had to look
drunk, but she couldn’t be drunk.
That was because she wanted to make herself look drunk, and still kept her mind clear.
She tentatively drank a glass of red wine first.
She didn’t feel anything. The alcohol content in the wine was too low and it wasn’t intoxicating enough.
She changed to vodka and took a sip. Her throat burned.
‘Oh. That is too strong,’ she thought. ‘No, no. It feels too uncomfortable. Maybe it is better to drink rum.’
One glass of rum after another went down her throat.
After three glasses, Kelly’s vision was blurred. She was staggering as she walked.
However, her mind was unusually clear.
She was finally drunk!
Kelly stood up and let out a roar. Then, she ran valiantly toward the direction where Ian was.
She stood at the door and roared, “Ian, come out!”