Chapter 240

Chapter 240 1 Will Kill You

Even though he said that, everyone could tell he wasn’t in a good mood as he was smashing his cutlery and glass.

This meal was destined to be tasteless.

Josiah stood up and said. “Mr. Reyes, I need to discuss this cooperation with the board of directors. We can’t confirm partneringwith your architectural design company yet. I’ll have my secretary contact you once we have news from the board. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll leave now,”

Maxim was a bit puzzled. “Huh? Mr. Guerra, what do you mean? We were getting along fine before, why the sudden change?”

Lysanne stood up abruptly and followed. “Josiah, wait for me…”

But Josiah didn’t wait for her at all. He strode to the door of the private room.

As he opened the door, a person stumbled in from outside.

A strong smell of alcohol hit them, mixed with the nauseating stench of vomit.

The person still held half a bottle of alcohol, swaying with drunkenness. As soon as he saw Josiah, he laughed and tried to hook his shoulder, “Hey, Reuben, let’s continue drinking! Today, I must get you drunk! Hey…. What are you doing!”

Josiah forcefully pushed him away, furrowed his brows, and looked at his own hand.

Lysanne immediately understood and handed him a tissue from her bag. “Josiah, wipe your

hands…

Josiah didn’t take it. He let the sleeve that the drunkard had touched hang by his side, slightly away from his body. “Where’s the waiter? Get someone over here to take him away!”

Lysanne nodded quickly. “I’ll go get someone right away!”

Saying that, she ran out in her high heels to find someone.

The drunkard was thrown off by Josiah, and he fell heavily to the ground. He also got angry and propped himself up against the wall, his face flushed. “Reuben, are you crazy? Why did you hit me…

Before he could finish his words, he caught sight of Lysander sitting not far away.

Today, she wore a light beige woollen coat, sitting gracefully and beautifully.

The drunkard immediately laughed. “Reuben, is this the call girl you summoned? She’s pretty good- looking. What’s her name? Come, have a drink with me.”

Lysander only felt a strong smell of alcohol rushing toward her.

She immediately stood up and took a step back, barely managing to dodge the lunge of the drunken man.

With sharp sound, the chair she had just sat on was knocked over by the drunkard, making a harsh scraping noise.

Chapter 240 I Will Kill You

with a laugh. “Lady, you’re quite shy. Don’t be shy. Aren’t all of you in this line pretty good at playing hard to get? Serve me well, and you’ll definitely get your money.”

Saying this, he moved closer to Lysander again.

Maxim had long since hidden in the corner with his pregnant wife.

However, Zachary still stood in his original spot, watching her being targeted by the drunk man. He merely said, “Sir. I’m afraid you may have entered the wrong place.”

The drunkard had turned into a puddle of mud from excessive drinking so that he couldn’t comprehend these words. His eyes were fixed on the beauty in front of him as he approached her. “Lady, don’t hide from me. See this bottle in my hand? If you can drink it all in one go. I’ll give you five hundred… no, a thousand. Will a thousand be enough for you for the night? Or should I add more? Accompany me tonight, and if you perform well, I’ll sponsor you long–term…”

Lysander kept stepping back until her back hit a wall.

She glanced anxiously at Zachary, but Lysanne had already called over a waiter, and Zachary seemed to be conversing with the waiter, completely unaware of her predicament

The greasy voice closed in again, “Lady, why are you still hiding? Come here, let me give you a kiss. Let’s

if your lips taste sweet, mmm…..”

The drunkard was about to lean in with his thick lips.

With nowhere else to retreat, Lysander fumbled blindly on the table–until she found a bottle. Just as she raised her hand, someone else acted quicker.

Bang!

Clear liquid mixed with dark red blood trickled down from the drunkard’s head, instantly covering his entire face.

The drunk man’s eyes widened as his face turned pale. He slowly fell toward her.

Lysander was startled, almost about to scream.

But even more alarming was Josiah’s expression.

He held a broken wine bottle in his hand, hoisting the man up by the scruff of his neck with one hand while pressing the jagged edge of the bottle against the drunkard’s throat with the other. The words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. “I’ll f*cking kill you!”