Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 618
Marguerite’s eyes widened in disbelief as she blurted out, “Are you out of your mind? Tequila with no soft drink, are you trying to
get smashed?”
“What soft drink? Tequila may be strong, but it’s pretty much on par with vodka, I’ve never seen any of you dilute vodka with
mixers, always making a fuss over nothing
Miley quickly instructed the waitress, “Bring a dozen beers and a dozen shots of tequila, please, and hurry it up.”
The waitress swallowed hard in shock.
In all her years of service, she had never seen anyone drink like this.
Mixing beer with liquor like that, they wouldn’t even know what hit them when they got drunk!
But the customer is always right, and since the deity had spoken, she had no reason to refuse. She swiftly brought the drinks as
Miley had requested,
Robert was already feeling a bit down because of the paternity test, but seeing the table full of drinks only sank his spirits further.
With Miley’s setup, he feared that before Frederick could get drunk, he might be the first to pass out! But no matter, he steeled
himself for what was to come.
He thought to himself as he opened a beer to hand to Frederick, planning to get Frederick drunk gradually, But Miley was
quicker, boldly placing a bottle of tequila in front of Frederick.
“Mr. Winston, successful folks like you stick to liquor, right? Leave the beer to us ladies, she said with a charming smile, well-
versed in the art of socializing.
Before attempting to persuade him to drink, she made sure to elevate Frederick’s status.
Unfortunately, Miley didn’t know Frederick well enough to see that he wouldn’t fall for her approach.
Frederick elegantly forked a piece of steak into his mouth without even lifting an eyelid, his tone indifferent, “The one who’s upset
is him, not me.”

Frederick’s reaction caught Miley off guard, and her brain froze for a second.
However, she was quick to react and slid the bottle of tequila towards Marguerite instead. “If Mr. Winston doesn’t drink,
Marguerite will join us instead.”
Frederick’s hand, lightly gripping his cutlery, paused for a moment as he lifted his eyelids and looked piercingly at a distressed
Marguerite,
Marguerite was at her wit’s end, “You know I can’t hold my liquor, and you expect to carry me home?”
“We don’t even live on the same area, why should I carry you? Besides, you live with Mr. Winston, so it’s not my responsibility
anyway!”
Marguerite was speechless at her words. She didn’t want to drink at all, but her best friend was already gearing up for drinking
games, making Marguerite want to flee even more.
She seldom socialized and was completely clueless about drinking games.
Playing these games, she knew she was bound to lose!
But Miley’s target wasn’t really Marguerite. She planned to get Marguerite a bit tipsy first, then somehow draw Frederick into the
game.
So, she proposed the simplest game of rock-paper-scissors.
Miley felt she was being considerate enough, but to her dismay, Marguerite didn’t catch a break, losing three straight rounds in a
most spectacular fashion.
“Whoa, looks like you’ve lost, eh?” Miley cackled, pouring three shots of tequila with a sense of treacherous glee, “Marguerite,
bottoms up!”
Marguerite, a good sport, downed the three shots of tequila in one go.
The taste was sour and astringent, and her belly felt ablaze after each swallow. Her face turned beet red immediately after
finishing.
But Miley had no intention of letting her off the hook. Without giving her a moment to recover, she started a new round of games.

Unfortunately, Marguerite lost again.
The three shots of tequila seemed like water from hell itself. Just looking at them made her skin crawl, let alone drink them.
With her little red face drooping, she asked, “Can’t we skip the drink? Can I substitute tea for liquor?”
Miley shook her head mercilessly, teasingly saying, “Can’t handle it? Then ask for help from the guys~”