Chapter 9 How could it be him

Lilian's face was completely flushed from the alcohol, as she placed the empty fourth bottle on the coffee table. Her gaze was already swaying, showing a signs of dizziness...

Vincenzo gave her a dark look, observing her flushed face, and saw her shaky hands reaching for the cocktail shaker. He knew she couldn't handle it anymore...

Drinking so boldly despite having no tolerance for alcohol.

She was simply asking for trouble.

Just as she was about to grab the bottle, Vincenzo grabbed her hand. Her hand was soft, and it felt somewhat warm at that moment.

Lilian forcefully pushed his hand away, her eyes turning red and her gaze stubborn. She enunciated each word with force, "I can finish it! Let go!"

Her chest was struck hard.

Damn.

*Why did he have to stop her? Such an unreasonable woman deserved to drink herself to death.*

Vincenzo tugged at his tie, feeling a bit annoyed, and leaned back against the back of the couch. Lilian continued to pick up the bottle and pour it into her throat, her delicate figure exuding a fearless aura...

Time ticked away.

Lilian maintained a continuous motion of grabbing a bottle, drinking, and then dropping the bottle. Everyone was dumbfoundedastonished.

Vincenzo's dark eyes locked onto her, watching as she grew heated, rolling up the sleeves of her sweater. Lilian... watching as she closed her eyes in agony.... He kept watching as she desperately tilted her head back, the alcohol dripping from her lips onto the curve of her neck and collarbone, an indescribable temptation...

A few men who were cheering on the side stared at her without blinking, their expressions revealing a lustful desire.

"That's enough."

Vincenzo coldly snatched the bottle from her hand and smashed it onto the ground, spilling the alcohol and staining the high-quality carpet.

"You all can leave now."

*Damn it, did his woman need their gaze?!*

"Yes, yes, we're leaving now. Have a good time, Mr. Lombardi." The men and women who were used to the nightlife cleverly retreated upon seeing his unfavorable expression.

They scurried away as if escaping a disaster.

No one dared to offend Mafia King Vincenzo, especially in Asia.

"I haven't finished drinking yet," Lilian stubbornly glared at him and went to get another bottle from the ice bucket.

"’Bang!’"

Vincenzo simply threw the entire ice bucket away, a gloomy look in his eyes.

Just two bottles left.

Just two more bottles and she would finish drinking.

*What is this man thinking?!*

Lilian wanted to protest, but a wave of nausea suddenly surged up, causing her vision to blur. She shook her head heavily and unsteadily stood up. "I'm going to the restroom."

Vincenzo pursed his lips, not saying a word.

The door of the private room appeared hazy, turning into two. Lilian rubbed her eyes and took a long time before finding the right way out.

She desperately splashed cold water on her face in the restroom, trying to regain some clarity of mind.

The face reflected in the mirror turned as red as somethingthe devil, with only a pair of hazy eyes left. This was Lilian, who had lived forat twenty-two years old. Tears almost fell, and Lilian she hurriedly splashed more cold water on herself.

"Ugh..."

Nausea surged up again, and Lilian vomited uncontrollably. The fiery taste of alcohol burned her throat and chest intensely, making her feel extremely uncomfortable, as if she were dying.

*Lilian, you can do it. You can't collapse. You can't let Uncle's family fall apart.*

Chapter 9 How could it be him

*Absolutely not.*

*I must make Vincenzo withdraw the lawsuit.*

"Ugh. -"

The strong liquor came out again, and Lilian hung her head and continued to vomit, tears rolling forming in her eyes from the pain.

"Miss, this is the men's restroom."

A gentle and pleasant male voice suddenly sounded behind her, kindly reminding referring to her errant location.

Lilian trembled all over, still with her head down, her red eyes looked at the mirror in front of her through the her messy long hair.

A young man stood behind her, his white shirt matched with a silver-gray tie, highlighting his slender figure. His handsome and refined face, and a pair of bright eyes, were discreetly watching her with concern.

*How could it be him**?**...*

*How could he be here?*

Lilian felt her heart stop, staring blankly at the man in the mirror.

"Miss, are you okay?"

His gentle voice sounded again in her ear, his slender hand reaching out towards her...

Lilian was startled, and quickly moved to the side while, and desperately trying to covered her face with her hands and disheveled hair, ultimately causing her to banging her head against the door.

"Miss, are you alright?" he asked with concern, walking towards her intending to support her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lilian, like a frightened rabbit, stumbled and pushed open the restroom door.

Her voice choked with sobs, on the verge of crying, as she apologized desperately, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I made a mistake."

Almost about to cry.

*How could she appear in front of him like this**?**...* *She is not worthy**, not worthy* *enough* *to see him.**..*

After walking out of the restroom, Lilian finally smoothed out her long hair. Her eyes were so sore, but she still couldn't recover from the shock just now.

After nine years, she could actually see saw him again.

*William.**.. * *S**s**eeing him looking so energetic, he must have been doing well* *after* *all these years, right?*

*He is the only son of the prestigious Chu family, naturally he must be living a better life than her, who is from a fallen family.**..*

*It's good, really good.*

*He is doing well... that's good.*

The lights in the corridor swayed along the walls as Lilian forced herself to move forward, like walking on cotton, one step at a time, floating.

A strong force pushed her into a corner, Lilian frowned in pain and raised her eyes, only to see Vincenzo's tall figure standing in front of her.

*When did this man come out* *of the room**?*

"What do you want?" Lilian really had no energy to deal with him, feeling frustrated and wanting to push him away, but she was weak and powerless.

Vincenzo pressed her against the corner of the wall, his knee pressed in between her legs, one hand holding her flailing arm, and his scorching lips blew hot on her face, "I still prefer you wearing a skirt."

This man only hads lust on his mind...

"Because you don't need to take it off, right?" Lilian forced a bitter laugh. In front of him, she was just a forbidden fruit, a woman for him to release his desires...

Vincenzo's movements paused for a moment, he stared at her blurred eyes, thinking that she was drunk to be so straightforward, and couldn't help but laugh.

*So**,* *this woman becomes foolish when she's drunk**, **? **f**F**oolish in a somewhat cute way.*

"Yes, because I just need to lift it up." Vincenzo lowered his head to unbutton her jeans...

Lilian felt weak and powerless.

Hiser arm was around heris neck, heris chin resting on heris shoulder as she gazed ahead dazedly.

A graceful and slender figure emerged from the men's restroom, with soft, handsome facial features, clean short hair, and a white shirt that made him appear even more refined... William.

Lilian was stunned for a moment, staring blankly.

He looked even more handsome than he did in high school, standing at least one meter eighty-five6 feet tall, exuding the elegance of a noble prince with every move he made.

"What kind of crappy pants did you buy?" Vincenzo suddenly muttered, still struggling with the button on her jeans.

Upon hearing his voice, William slowly turned his face.—

Lilian quickly buried her face into Vincenzo's chest, not daring to look up again, not daring to steal another glance at that his gentle stunning figure.

Tears finally welled up and fell, clattering against the ground.

*William.**..*

She no longer had the courage to stand in front of him.

*Lilian, how have you degraded yourself to this point, a mistress, a mistress...*

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Bright light stung her eyelids, and Lilian rolled over the warm bed twice before slowly opening her eyes.

This wasn't the small room in the courtyard; it resembled a luxurious suite in a high-end hotel. The floor-to-ceiling window across from her had its curtains drawn, allowing sunlight to fill the entire room.

Lilian massaged her throbbing head and sat up on the bed. She realized she wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing to cover her body, and her legs were tired and sore from the an apparent one-sided "battle" that she had no memory of partaking in...

She wrapped herself tightly with the white blanket and strained to extend her arm to reach her clothes on the foot of the bed.

"Who is William?"

Vincenzo's figure suddenly appeared in front of her, donning a grey bathrobe. Obviously, he had just come out of the shower, with a towel in his hand drying his hair. However, his expression was extremely unpleasant.

Nothing was more humiliating for a man than a woman gasping beneath him while calling out another man's name.

Chapter 10 Calling Out Another Man's Name