Chapter 4

She had a point.

$1,000 for chugging a bottle - even if I threw up, it would be worth it.

I couldn't let a little health concern stop me from making money, right?

Plus, Alexander kept urging me on.

I picked up another bottle of alcohol and downed it in one go.

After two bottles of liquor, I was starting to struggle.

This stuff didn't hit immediately, but it had a strong aftereffect.

In a short while, my head began to feel heavy and my vision started to blur.

"Chug another one!"

"$1,000! Keep going!"

The crowd's cheers were incessant.

I thought, since I've come this far, why not earn a few more thousand before I go?

So I didn't hesitate and drank two more bottles in quick succession.

I had earned $4,000, and I was thoroughly drunk.

Leaning over the trash can, I was throwing up violently.

Seeing my miserable state, the crowd's laughter grew even louder.

Alexander looked at me with disdain and kicked my butt twice.

"Disgraceful thing, get out and wait for me outside."

Although these words were meant to scold me, they sounded particularly pleasant to my ears.

I could finally escape. I quickly got up and headed for the door.

"Stop right there! Did I say you could leave?" The model's sharp voice stopped me.

I paused, turned to look at her and asked, "Do you need something else?"

The model said arrogantly, "My money isn't that easy to earn!"

"Until I say I'm satisfied, you'll have to keep kneeling here and drinking, until I tell you to stop."

I said coldly, "What if I don't?"

The model's eyes flashed dangerously, "You dare to say no? Who gave you the courage?"

"If you don't drink, leave the money and get out of here."

"I don't reward disobedient dogs."

I picked up a bottle and said flatly, "Are you sure?"

The model grinned, "Of course. You're not leaving this room unless you finish drinking. Come on, don't make your idol angry."

Alexander kissed her and shouted at me, "Don't dawdle! If she tells you to drink, just drink!"

"I didn't bring you here to embarrass me!"

Oh, so he wants me to save his face, huh?

I'll arrange that!

I nodded silently, suddenly swung the bottle, and smashed it directly on the model's head.

Alcohol splashed, glass shards flew, blood flowed.

Accompanied by the model's screams and everyone's shrieks, I sauntered out of the private room.

"Valerie Lewis! Stop right there!"

Alexander chased after me, grabbing my collar and glaring at me, "Have you gone crazy today? How dare you hit my girlfriend?"

I swatted his hand away, straightening my collar as I said, "It was your girlfriend who offended me first. I already gave her a chance."

Alexander looked at me in disbelief, as if looking at a stranger.

"Valerie Lewis, do you know what you're saying? Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

I glanced at the time - only three hours left.

"Alexander, I'm sorry I hit your girlfriend."

With that, I turned to leave.

"Come back!" Alexander blocked my way again, "Is that it?"

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What else? I've already apologized. What more do you want?"

Alexander pointed at the private room door and said, "Go back in there right now and kneel down to apologize to my girlfriend! And make it sincere!"

"If she hits you, you can't hit back. If she scolds you, you can't talk back. Just take it, understand?"

I laughed coldly, "You love making people kneel so much, do you think you're a king and queen?"

"Valerie Lewis!!! You... come back here!"

No matter how Alexander roared behind me, I walked away without looking back.