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Chapter 423
Chapter 423
Gareth's mention of Wanda particularly struck a chord with Carlisle.
"Hank, are you free now? Do you want to come over for a few drinks?" Carlisle asked over the phone.
"Count me in! It's been ages since I had a drink!" Hank responded readily.
He had been thinking of getting some booze since the smartphone prototype was already completed.
Moreover, he overheard Gareth's drinking bet with Carlisle. If he could help Carlisle -his benefactor-win the bet, he was more than happy to be of service.
Half an hour later, Hank arrived at the bar, where Gareth had been waiting patiently for him without taking even a sip of alcohol.
When Hank saw the table full of premium liquors, he couldn't help but gulp in anticipation. Louis XIII, XO, Hennessy Richard-all the liquors were worth at least ten thousand dollars each.
"Man, am I thirsty," Hank said as he downed a glass of XO in one gulp.
Gareth narrowed his eyes. He had heard that many big companies rejected Hank due to his drinking problem, yet he wondered how much the extremely talented computer genius could really handle.
In fact, Gareth was quite the drink himself, too. He had attended hundreds of drinking occasions over the years and had never lost a drinking game.
"Some manners you've got there, huh? Didn't you see your boss sitting right here? You could at least greet him before drinking. I say you should be punished with three more drinks, man," Gareth said casually.
Aware of Gareth's intention to make Hank drink more, Carlisle responded with a smile. "Hank and I are buddies. We don't bother with those formalities!"
However, Hank replied nonchalantly, "It's okay, Carlisle. Three more drinks it is. Mr. Spencer must have had a few while waiting. It's only fair that I have some, too, before our game begins."
With that, he downed another three glasses, finishing a bottle of Louis XIII 40 Degree, leaving Carlisle staring at him dumbfounded.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
Gareth's expression grew solemn, sensing a challenge as Hank effortlessly polished off a bottle of liquor while he had only consumed a glass so far. He had to hand it to Hank.
Noticing Gareth's serious expression, Carlisle couldn't help but feel smug, knowing that Gareth had met his match.
Hank opened another bottle of liquor, filled his glass, and said to Gareth with a smile, "So, Mr. Spencer, how should we play this?"
Clearly, the game had only just begun.
Carlisle buried his head in his food, avoiding eye contact to avoid being pulled into their drinking contest.
Without hesitation, Hank raised his glass and declared, "Well, let's talk less and drink more, Mr. Spencer!"
He downed another glass in one go.
Gareth smiled lightly and followed suit.
Hank poured another and said, "Bottoms up!"
Gareth began to feel a tingling sensation in his scalp, wondering if Hank intended to drown him in alcohol. However, he couldn't back off now. Otherwise, he would lose the 1% stake he had bet on this game.
After Gareth downed another glass, Hank immediately refilled his own glass and downed it in one go without hesitation.
Gareth took a deep breath, downing his third glass of liquor without even a moment to catch his breath, feeling his stomach starting to burn.
Carlisle suddenly interjected, "Don't just focus on drinking. Eat something to line your stomach!"