Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 555

Mr. Jenkins was fueled by anger and downed his glass in one breath.

A moment later, another bottle of whiskey was gone.

The bystanders were watching the show, impressed by Logan.

Two bottles down, and he was still standing steady.

On the other hand, Mr. Jenkins' face was beet red, and his eyes were bloodshot and swollen.

"Mr. Jenkins, shall we continue?"

He refused to believe this was happening!

"Again!" Mr. Jenkins went to pour more wine.

Logan reached out and blocked him. "Mr. Jenkins, why go through the trouble? Come on, let's just chug from the bottle!"

Logan handed him a fresh bottle of liquor. Mr. Jenkins froze.

The surrounding crowd froze as well.

This kid could really drink!

Straight from the bottle!

Mr. Jenkins had finally met his match today.

"Mr. Jenkins, do it!" the people around him chanted.

The atmosphere had been hyped up to this point. If he didn't drink, he'd lose face completely.

Logan had already lifted his bottle and downed more than half of it like it was plain water.

"Mr. Jenkins, what's wrong? Stopped drinking? I thought we were drinking! Come on!"

Mr. Jenkins steeled himself, grabbed the bottle, and started chugging.

Back and forth, each of them had consumed at least a quart of hard liquor.

This was beyond human limits.

Mr. Jenkins couldn't stand straight anymore. He collapsed onto the sofa, gasping for air.

"Keep going! Drink!"

"I'm done... I'm not drinking anymore, I want to go home!" Mr. Jenkins stumbled up, trying to leave.

He just wanted to run to the bathroom and vomit. He had never consumed this much alcohol in his life.

Logan, that brat, wasn't human.

After all that alcohol, his cheeks were only slightly flushed.

Logan grabbed Mr. Jenkins by his tie, dragged him to the coffee table, picked up a bottle, and started forcing it down his throat.

"Still thirsty?"

"Let go... Let go... I won't drink! I won't drink!" Mr. Jenkins struggled frantically.

"If you're not drinking, then maybe you should settle that balance."

"I..."

"If you don't pay up, you're going to swallow every drop left in this room!"

Although drunk, Mr. Jenkins' mind was clear on one thing: if he really drank all that, he would die of alcohol poisoning.

"I'll pay... I'll pay, just give me some time... give... give me some time. Tomorrow... by tomorrow, I'll definitely wire the money to your account."

"Tomorrow? Do I look like a three-year-old to you? Transfer the money now, right this second!" Logan's expression turned ferocious.

Mr. Jenkins was trembling uncontrollably.

"But... but I didn't bring my phone..."

Logan could tell Mr. Jenkins was making excuses. He just didn't want to pay.

He immediately pulled out his own phone. "Here, take it. Call whoever you need to call right now. I need to see that money in the account tonight. Otherwise, you're not walking out of here. Let me tell you something—I've got no parents, I'm an orphan, and I just got out of prison. I've got nothing to lose! If you try any tricks with me, I'll snap your neck!"