Chapter 50
Theo’s smile was faint, but it held the cold cruelty of a devil. He loomed over Lena, watching her condescendingly.
“L…” Lena’s voice trembled so badly it barely formed words. Her legs threatened to give out,
However, Theo wasn’t about to let up. He dragged out each syllable, his smirk deepening. “Are you drinking or not?”
The other escorts, clearly enjoying the spectacle, urged her. “Come on, answer! Are you drinking or not?”
Lena’s face burned red, then drained pale. The pressure and the fear all became too much. A dizzying wave of panic washed over
her, and she collapsed.
Anathea reacted instantly, catching her just before she hit the ground. “Lena!”
Lena’s face was streaked with tears. “It’s over… Nat, I’m done…”
It wasn’t just the scorpions that terrified her. She was also allergic to alcohol. Drinking that would be a death sentence.
Adrian watched the scene unfold, unease creeping into his expression. He was just about to step in and put a stop to Theo’s game
when Anathea fixed Theo with an unwavering gaze.
“One million per glass. Mr. Harrington, do you stand by your word? If I finish three drinks, will you give me three million?”
Theo was c
caught off guard. He sneered. “What? Are you that desperate for money?”
“Yes.” Anathea’s answer was immediate, without the slightest hesitation. After all, she desperately needed those three million
dollars.
Theo cast a glance in Gregory’s direction, a flicker of amusement flashing in his eyes. “Ms. Jacobson, I heard you’re married to a rich guy. And yet, you’re short on cash? What’s the matter? Is your husband refusing to give you money?”
His tone was laced with mockery, every word dripping with insinuation.
Anathea remained silent. She knew Theo was seizing the opportunity to humiliate her. Yet, it was true, so she had no way to deny
- it.
The other escorts burst into laughter. “She must be so desperate for money!”
“Seriously, how broke does she have to be to even consider drinking that?”
Gregory’s gaze flickered toward Anathea, dark and unreadable.
Adrian caught the glance and asked, “You know her?”
“No,” Gregory replied nonchalantly.
Anathea didn’t notice Gregory’s gaze as her focus remained locked on Theo. “If I finish all three glasses, will you leave Lena alone?”
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“Of course. One glass, one million. Three glasses, three million. And I won’t bother her again.” For all his cruelty, he wasn’t one
to go back on his word.
“But are you sure? Do you dare to drink it?” Theo’s voice was laced with disdain..
He leaned forward, both hands resting on the table, the three glasses of liquor between them. Each glass held a scorpion. But even
numbed by the high–proof liquor, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t lash out the moment someone took a sip. The
consequences could be disastrous with one sting.
Even the other two scions frowned, sensing that Theo might have taken things a bit too far this time. Yet, curiosity flickered in their eyes as they turned to Anathea. They wondered whether this delicate, slender woman would truly have the audacity to drink.
Anathea took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the glasses before her. Without hesitation, she reached for one, swirling the liquid
inside.
Lena squeezed her eyes shut in fear, unable to watch. Even those escorts fell silent, looking at Anathea nervously.
Meanwhile, Theo watched her intently. He didn’t believe for a second that she would drink it. But then, she lifted the glass to her lips and drank it without hesitation.
A brief flash of surprise crossed Theo’s face. He was shocked that Anathea truly dared to drink it. For a moment, he felt complicated.
As the alcohol hit her system, Anathea could already feel the effects creeping in. She rarely drank. Her tolerance was virtually nonexistent. But if three million dollars were on the line, she was willing to take the risk.
By the time she downed the second glass, her steps faltered. The burn in her throat was unbearable, sending her into a coughing fit. She gripped the table for support, barely managing to steady herself.
“Theo, that’s enough!” Adrian warned as he watched Anathea sway unsteadily.
Theo didn’t respond. He simply kept his eyes on her, waiting for her to give up..
Anathea’s pale skin was now tinged with a deep flush. She felt dizzy, and her body was light and unsteady. Yet, she simply shook it off, forcing herself to stay upright. Afterward, she reached for the third glass and lifted it to her lips.
“Enough,” Gregory commanded coldly.
