Chapter 702 Mateo’s High Alcohol Tolerance
Hendrey shoved Tiffany’s hand away and spat with cold eyes, “Sooner or later, you will die because of your mouth.”
What a foolish woman. He wondered how Floch Larson and his wife raised Tiffany and how she earned the title “Talented Lady of Bloomstead.” What a joke.
“Didn’t I just say that Matthew died? What’s wrong with that? I was stating the facts.” She arrogantly snorted and sat on the rattan chair.
Recalling the past, before Veronica appeared in Bloomstead, Tiffany was the brightest star in the entire town. Veronica’s appearance disrupted her perfect life, turned it into a total mess, and made her a laughingstock.
After experiencing many highs and lows, Tiffany had lost her composure for some time. So, it was inevitable that whenever she saw Veronica, Tiffany would become agitated and lose control of her emotions. All Tiffany wanted was to humiliate Veronica and watch her become enraged. Tiffany believed she would finally win after Matthew’s death because Veronica was so badly affected. That’s why she spoke carelessly when she saw Veronica in the hidden clan.
“They are right about one thing. Here in the hidden clan, you will die in front of Veronica if you do, so you better watch out from now on.” Hendrey left her with that sentence and slammed the door after leaving.
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Meanwhile, Veronica was strolling down Hidden Street. She was upset, so she went to a pub, ordered some wine, and drank alone. Mateo sat across from her and drank with her. The two did not engage in conversation but rather drank to calm their agitation.
While drinking, she noticed a spark of light in his eyes, so she picked up the wine bottle and shoved it at him. “Let me give you a toast to thank you for what happened earlier.”
The hidden clan had traditional pubs and served locally brewed fine wines in retro-style bottles, so there was a certain vibe to it.
“Don’t mention it, Roni.” Mateo smiled and drank a big gulp.
“One more. Please take care of me in the hidden clan.”
“No problem.”
“One more toast. Since you’re the grandson of Master Crayson, you are considered family to me.”
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Veronica kept making Mateo drink, thinking he’d get drunk only after another bottle. However, as the wine neared its end, his face flushed red, and his speech slurred.
She immediately placed the bottle down, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a low voice, “Can you tell me about the history of the hidden clan? Did the old man tell you what he plans to do with me?”
“Hmm… I can tell you the history, but Grandpa says I can’t tell you anything else.”
Veronica was speechless. It seemed that he wasn’t completely drunk yet.
“Fine. Let’s just drink, then. I’m not in a good mood today, so you must drink with me.” After saying that, she grabbed another bottle of wine and placed it in front of him before clinking her glass with his. “Drink.”
“Okay. Let’s drink.” Holding the bottle, Mateo tilted his head backward and took another big gulp.
While drinking, she used the napkin on the table to wipe her mouth and secretly spit some wine on it. She even lowered her arms and poured the wine into the trashcan next to her. Afterward, she forced herself to drink two more bottles of wine with him.
By then, Mateo’s entire face had turned crimson, and he even started puking while holding the wine bottle. Veronica was persistent in making him spill the secret, but he managed to grit his teeth without blurting a word. Eventually, the two got drunk after downing an unknown number of wine bottles. The only useless information she managed to get from him was her biological mother’s name…
