Chapter 280

Zeb finally smiled at Blondie’s words he was happy with anything, as long as Frank embarrassed himself in front of Winter!

Blondie hurried up to Frank right then, exclaiming, “Yo, Mr. Lawrence! Why are you drinking juice alone there? Us dudes should be drinking liquor!”

Frank shook his head. “I’ll pass. I’m supposed to be driving.”

Zeb guessed Blondie’s plan just then and quickly joined them. “Hey, I’m driving too, and I’m drinking.

We could just call for a designated driver if we have to–it’s disrespectful to Winter if you don’t drink on her birthday, right?”

Frank studied the two boys who were suddenly so enthusiastic.

It would be strange if they were not up to something bad.

As for Winter, she did not drink, but her brother Fred often did she was convinced that men liked to drink.

Moreover, she did not want to see Frank sitting there alone and reasoned, “Why don’t you have a drink too, Mr. Lawrence? I’d think you’re being abused sitting here by yourself. Don’t worry I’ll get you a driver later.”

Blondie was grinning right then. “See? Even Winter is asking you to drink. You’re not going to say no, are you?”

Then, turning to his friends, “Order me ten cartons of lager!”

“Ten cartons? For who?” Winter stared at Blondie in disbelief.

“Oh, just let them have some fun,” Zeb chuckled. “I’ll be paying anyway.

In reality, Blondie was an amazing drinker, and Zeb would bring him along during any social drinking occasions. Thus far, he had never met anyone who could outdrink Blondie.

Soon, a waiter brought the ten cartons of lager, and Blondie quickly poured Frank a mug. Come on.

Let’s go!”

When he was done, he drank straight from the bottle.

Frank stared at him as he grinned smugly and smiled in turn. “Since you’re drinking straight from the bottle, wouldn’t I be disrespecting you drinking from a mug?”

With that, Frank chugged a bottle too–cultivation aside, he used to drink liquor like it was water back when he was working at South Sea.

Zeb was folding his arms before his chest and chuckling, “Come on, Mr. Lawrence. You can give up if you can’t do it–Blondie’s the best drinker in college.”

“Eh, it’s no big deal. Come, Mr. Lawrence–bottom’s up!”

Blondie chuckled, knowing that Frank had already fallen for their trap.

With that, Frank would quickly finish a bottle after Blondie did as things got competitive, and they soon finished five cartons…

5 Jean could see something was wrong just then and quickly told Winter, “They aren’t drinking. They’re competing! You know Blondie is a good drinker–you really should stop Frank from playing his game.”

Winter glanced at the bottles strewn all over the floor and nodded.

Hurrying to Frank’s side, “You’re drinking too much, Mr. Lawrence. Maybe you should stop.”

Frank remained calm and composed as he waved her off. “This is nothing. I have to drink with your buddy here, whatever happens.”

Since the kid was trying to get him drunk, he just had to play his game… and destroy him.

Blondie gulped.

He had already drunk over twenty bottles, and his belly was painfully bloated, while his cheeks flushed blood–red.

He could not drink another drop!

However, he promised Zeb that he would humiliate Frank.

If he lost now, not only would Zeb scorn him, but he would be humiliated in front of their classmates too!