Chapter 620

“What kind of rule is this?” Marguerite was honestly baffled by Miley’s antics.

But since it didn’t involve her chugging beer, she could only pin her hopes on Frederick.

She gazed at him eagerly, only to find his expression unchanged from moments ago.

It was as if he was waiting for her to say something.

Even if Marguerite was slow on the uptake, she had to realize where Frederick’s earlier anger stemmed from. Swallowing hard, she ventured, “Is that okay?”

Frederick’s gaze was unwavering.

So she knew how to ask favors? Frederick finally cracked a satisfied smile.

He slid the tequila from Marguerite’s side to his own, succinctly stating, “Let’s do this.”

Marguerite blinked, puzzled. When did her words become so effective?

Could it be that whatever she said, this man would comply?

Her mind was in a fog, struggling to make sense of it all, when Miley grabbed her to continue the game.

She didn’t want Frederick to drink too much, so she focused all her attention on the game. But it seemed she had no luck in game. Still a best-of-three, yet she lost every single round.

Watching Frederick down one drink after another, Miley was thrilled but simultaneously felt a pang of guilt.

She tried to lose a few rounds, but Marguerite just couldn’t seize the opportunities.

Finally, after Frederick downed another trio of shots, he asked with a slightly pained expression,

“Marguerite, how can you not get the hang of rock-paper-scissors?”

His chiseled features were now tinged with a faint blush.

Though he appeared sober, Marguerite knew he was slightly buzzed.

Robert caught Frederick’s cool, exasperated look and recalled that tonight’s antics were all about setting him up with Marguerite.

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