Renee herself never hung out in bars much either, but her best friend Leia had always dragged her out to drink in the past, and with that, she�d gained the experience of playing drinking games and became an expert in the finger-guessing game.

Had she been able to drink alcohol, she might have just lost to Stefan on purpose to satisfy his childishly competitive nature. That way she would be able to go home and go to bed early!

Seeing that Stefan had drunk all the wine in the decanter, Renee sighed and told the crowd, Everyone, you�ve clearly witnessed that Mr. Hunt lost to me. I hope that he is now willing to admit defeat. We�ve also agreed that the loser must agree to the winner�s request�

She turned back to Stefan and said in a soft but firm voice, �I only have one request for Mr. Hunt. From now on, I hope that you will not meddle in my business and hinder my entrance into this industry. We will all compete fair and square from now onwards, and we�ll meet again at the top. Everyone here shall be my witnesses!�

As she finished speaking, she picked up her handbag and prepared to leave.

�Are you leaving just like that?� Stefan�s towering figure blocked Renee�s way. He was exuding his eyes still looked an air of danger as he tugged at his necktie. Despite how drunk he was, menacing

� like those of a predator.

�What else should I do?�

As Renee looked into Stefan�s bleary eyes, she was reminded of the night when he blocked her way domineeringly just as he was doing now, which led to them having sex. But after that night, he pretended that nothing ever happened, and it was precisely this kind of irresponsible behavior, like a tortoise hiding in its shell, that made her furious!

�Since it�s clear that I�m the winner,� she said, �I�m under no obligation to be here with you as you continue to act like a madman. Don�t be a sore loser, and stop wasting other people�s time!�

With her long suppressed anger boiling under the surface, she walked away from the man with an icy expression on her face, not even looking back once as she walked out the door.

Stefan stood still in the same spot, feeling like he had just been slapped on the face. For a very long time, he just remained there with an emotionless expression, cold as ice and completely inscrutable.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was very strained. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay as the chilling silence reigned. From what they had heard, the former Mrs. Hunt was famously meek and dignified. She was the kind of woman who was suited for the life of a housewife, but now that they had actually met her, how was she so� ferocious?

In the whole of Beach City, there was probably no one else who would dare to go up against Stefan Hunt so boldly and arrogantly. Was this the kind of brazenness borne from the knowledge that she was favored by him?

Elijah knew that his boss was now drunk. Judging from past experiences, Stefan was particularly difficult to deal with whenever he gets drunk. He usually caused a lot of trouble, so Elijah hastily got everyone�s attention and told them that they could leave. Otherwise, his boss might lose all self�control in front of these people, and would not be able to be his intimidating self and deal with anyone ever again!

The people there were pretty aware of the situation, so they merely said a few words and quietly left the place.

An old man, who seemed to be rather wise and experienced, went up to Stefan and patted his shoulder, earnestly urging him, � Don�t be discouraged, Mr. Hunt. Since your woman has run off now, all you have to do is chase after her. Good luck!�

�Who�s going to chase after her?� Stefan blustered angrily, swaying like a branch in the wind. �Not me! I�m not taking her back even if she cries and begs me to!�

Elijah hurriedly helped him safely to the chair and sat him down. �You�re a little drunk, Mr. Hunt. Let me take you home.�

�I�m not drunk!� Stefan protested vehemently. �I�m as sober as a judge!� JrNovels.com