Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

The music in the box was turned off by someone. The chandelier above their head was turned on, so it was like daytime here.

Some people had already moved aside and left a place for them. Peter casually put one of his feet on the table and asked Matthew, “What’s the rules?”

“The old rules.”

Matthew glanced at Peter and said coldly.

Blanca was confused and didn’t know what they were talking about. She wanted to stop them but it seemed that she was too weak to persuade them.

Besides, how could a little girl get involved in the war between two strong men?

What were the old rules?

Just as Blanca was thinking about this, the young man with yellow hair showed a smug smile. “How dare you play the old game with Peter? Don’t you know that he will never get drunk?”

“Oh? Do you want to join us?” Matthew glanced at the young man coldly. Join or shut up!

The young man hurriedly stopped laughing. He wanted to say something, but he didn’t dare.

Matthew’s cold glance was so terrifying…

“Okay.” Peter smiled and summoned the waiters here. After a while, the waiters had brought several bottles of wine one after another.

All of them were the strongest wines.

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After a while, people here had already heated up the atmosphere. There were a total of forty glasses of wine on the table, which were divided into two rows. Blanca felt sick even when she looked at it.

Blanca tugged at Matthew’s sleeve and said, “Matthew, stop it, okay? You have just been discharged from the hospital. You can’t do this…”

Blanca said in a pleading tone. Matthew had just been discharged from the hospital one day ago. He couldn’t drink so much wine.

“Matthew, you can’t hurt yourself like this!” Blanca was really angry this time. She knew that she was wrong this time, but Matthew couldn’t hurt himself like this.

He would be ill and hospitalized again.

“Blanca, don’t you believe that I can win?” Matthew suddenly said with a smile.

It was not the point at all…

Blanca was speechless. However, he looked at her with expectation in his eyes, so Blanca had to bite the bullet and nod, “I believe you can win, but let’s go home first, okay?”

“No.”

Matthew refused. The young man with yellow hair was a little impatient, “That’s enough. We don’t want to waste time on this. Just start the game!”

Matthew nodded. Then two girls grabbed Blanca and didn’t let her get close to the two players at all.

There were only Matthew and Peter standing by the table.

Matthew took a glass of wine and looked at Peter with disdain. “Peter, you can’t touch something that does not belong to you.”

“Ha… Something?” Peter laughed and asked, “Is she just a thing in your eyes?”

Matthew glared at him and was even angrier as he heard this.

The war between them was just about to break out.