?Chapter 423


    Gareth''s mention of Wanda particrly struck a chord with Carlisle.


    "Hank, are you free now? Do you want toe 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 alreadypleted.


    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 hourter, 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 dors each.


    "Man, am I thirsty," Hank said as he downed a ss of XO in one gulp.


    Gareth narrowed his eyes. He had heard that many bigpanies rejected Hank due to his drinking problem, yet he wondered how much the extremely talentedputer genius could really handle.


    In fact, Gareth was quite the drink himself, too. He had attended hundreds of drinking asions 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 nonchntly, "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 sses, finishing a bottle of Louis XIII 40 Degree, leaving Carlisle staring at him dumbfounded.


    Gareth''s expression grew solemn, sensing a challenge as Hank effortlessly polished off a bottle of liquor while he had only consumed a ss 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 ss, and said to Gareth with a smile, "So, Mr. Spencer, how should we y 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 ss and dered, "Well, let''s talk less and drink more, Mr. Spencer!"


    He downed another ss in one go.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    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 ss, Hank immediately refilled his own ss and downed it in one go without hesitation.


    Gareth took a deep breath, downing his third ss 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!"