The stalemate lasted less than a minute.
The man in front of the girl ran out of patience. He raised his head with a gloomy gaze and looked as if he was not bothered t o look at her again.
“Since you don't want to choose, you can just do both.”
The delicate girl shuddered violently.
"No, wait! I'll choose!"
Her voice was desperate. She could not even say that she regretted it.
"I'll drink!"
The delicate girl knew that she might have lost half her life if she finished that box of liquor.
However, she would probably die if she smashed all those empty bottles in the box on her head.
She was scared and confused, but she still chose the easiest path for herself.
At this point, she could not afford to dwell o n it too much.
She went over, opened a bottle of liquor, and poured it into her mouth.
The burning sensation made her uncomfortable, and she subconsciously wanted to spit it out.
However, when she saw the cold gaze of the man in front of her, she simply did not have the guts to spit it out.
She took one gulp after another.
The girl was so wretched, and she felt like she was at the mercy of these men.
After drinking two bottles of liquor, her consciousness had begun to blur, and her stomach could not take it anymore.
Her movements slowed down significantly.
She felt uncomfortable and cried a lot.
Clayton swept a glance at Mr. Litt, who was next to him. His tone was cold as hell.
"Get someone to help her and make sure that she finishes all of it tonight."
When Mr. Litt heard this, his face changed slightly, but he did not forget to nod his head.
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Litt thought, 'This woman deserved it since she messed with the wrong people and even dragged me down with her.' They would not have any compassionate attitude towards her.
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