His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 481: This is the strongest dark horse tonight!

Chapter 481: Chapter 481: This is the strongest dark horse tonight!

Chapter 481

A casual feminine voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone looked up at the second floor, and the spotlight followed.

The moonlit lighting made the girl’s skin as white as the snow outside, red lips and white teeth, her bright and charming appearance seemed to have nothing to do with alcohol.

However, such a girl stood up and walked straight towards the stage.

Someone laughed, "Nowadays, little girls have nothing but enthusiasm. Look at her slim arms and waist—can she even hold half a glass of alcohol?"

Someone shook their head, "Such a beautiful girl, how can she drink alcohol? I wonder if her parents are here."

Someone looked forward to it, "I wonder what this beautiful girl will look like when she’s drunk."

Mr. Quincy, who was still defending his title, burst into laughter when he saw that it was another young girl.

"Host, I don’t want to bully this young lady. Let’s do this: if she can drink two glasses within two minutes and complete two tests, I’ll accept my defeat."

These words immediately won a round of applause.

At this time, Chloe Collins had already reached the stage.

The host asked, "What level do you want to challenge, Miss?"

Chloe silently walked in front of the A-level table.

"Serve the drinks as they are. There’s no need to make it easier for me."

Upon hearing this, the crowd was stunned.

"Young lady, are you silly? You’re not taking advantage of a good deal!"

"Sigh, she probably knows she’s going to lose anyway. Of course, she wants to lose gracefully!"

The host was suspicious, "Miss, you don’t need Mr. Quincy to make concessions."

Chloe smiled enchantingly, "Please serve the drinks."

The host had just arrived and didn’t know her well, but some of the staff down there were old employees who had been there since the bar was established. At this moment, seeing Chloe, they remained silent.

Quietly, they glanced at Mr. Quincy, who didn’t take her seriously.

Layla Lowell had already rushed down, a cheering ribbon hanging around her neck and waving two glow sticks, cheering loudly at the edge of the stage, "Go, Chlo-Chlo! Go, Chlo-Chlo!"

The staff then brought up the four big mugs!

As the countdown sounded, Chloe calmly picked up a glass and drank it down.

The liquor slid past her mouth and went straight down her throat without any pressure.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They originally thought that she would surrender after drinking less than a third.

But, after one-third, she was still standing there soberly.

Two-thirds passed, and she seemed completely stress-free!

"Wow! The first glass is empty! Miss Collins finished a glass in just ten seconds!"

"She picked up the second glass! She effortlessly picked up the second glass! Our Miss Collins didn’t frown, didn’t sway, and didn’t feel any pressure at all. She’s the strongest dark horse of tonight!"

Watching Chloe gulp down the shots, the defending Mr. Quincy was also shocked, couldn’t sit still, and had already stood up.

He doubted that the alcohol was wrong, so he went over and secretly sniffed the glass Chloe had just put down. As he sniffed, it smelled right, and he couldn’t help but say anything.

Layla cheered loudly, like a crazy fan.

On the third floor, Charles Carrington clicked his tongue in discontent, "This little thing is too cunning, even competing for the 200,000 prize."

Just as he finished speaking, he quickly recorded a short video and silently sent it to Alexander Foster.

[Merry Christmas!!!]