Chapter 242

Chapter 242 The Outburst Of Josiah

Lysanne’s eyes reddened in the blink of an eye.

When she first came in, she was treated as an honored guest, addressed as “Mrs. Guerra” by Maxim and Remi. But now, having been scolded by Josiah, she felt so humiliated that she turned her head away, stepped back, covered her face, and sobbed quietly.

The manager of the restaurant rushed over right then.”

He stood at the entrance of the private room, not daring to move forward. “Sir, let’s talk things out calmly. I am the manager here. You can bring up any requests or complaints to me.”

The only responses to him, however, were the drunkard’s repeated screams and the gurgling sound. underwater.

The manager, fearing a real casualty, persuaded, “Sir, should we call the police if there’s any conflict? Our hotel doesn’t take sides. But if you keep this up, he’s going to die!”

Josiah remained still.

The bubbles on the water were almost on the verge of completely disappearing.

The manager implored anxiously, “Sir, please stop….”

“Josiah.”

This time, Josiah finally reacted.

He turned his head and saw Lysander quickly approaching him. Then she raised her hand and slapped.

him.

Josiah’s gold–rimmed glasses were knocked askew, and his head tilted to one side.

Maxim and Remi gasped in surprise. Lysanne was also startled by the noise.

“Are you out of your mind? Are you going to kill someone in broad daylight?”

Lysander did not hold back on that slap. Even her own palm was burning. She said sternly, “Aren’t you going to pull him up?”

She then turned to the manager. “Get a few young men to come over and help.”

The manager quickly rushed over with a few waiters, and they clumsily pulled the drunkard up.

His entire upper body was already soaked through, and his eyes were tightly shut.

“He seems to have stopped moving…”

“Is he dead? Oh my God…”

Lysanfle was terrified. He grabbed Josiah and started to pull him outside. “Josiah, let’s run.”

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Chapter 242 The Outburst of Josiah

“What about you?”

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“But…”

“Just shut up and be quiet!”

Lysander knelt on the ground with a cold face, lifted the drunkard’s eyelids to take a look, and then quickly undid her coat in a few moves. She placed her hands one on top of the other on his chest, pressing down hard, again and again.

In just a few moments, the drunkard turned his head, spat out a mouthful of water, and started to cough in pain.

Everyone in the room finally let out the breath that they had been holding.

Remi was particularly shocked. She held onto Maxim’s hand and murmured, “Thank goodness Zach’s girlfriend came today. There was a doctor on site to administer first aid; otherwise, he might have really lost his life

Maxim was a bit more experienced.

When Remi was whispering to him, he glanced at Lysander, who was performing CPR on the drunkard, and then af Josiah’s skewed glasses. Finally, his gaze fell on Zachary, who had been standing aloof from the beginning and was still standing in the farthest corner, observing everything.

His expression suddenly became somewhat serious.

His admiration and support for Zachary from before gradually transformed into confusion, eventually settling into caution.

The drunkard coughed for a while and finally started breathing heavily. With tears and snot on his face, he shouted, “Someone’s trying to kill me! Call the police, quick. Catch him!”

Performing CPR was physically demanding. Lysander was quite exhausted.

She slowly stood up. “You’re all right now since you’ve got the energy to talk.”