A Flash Marriage Can Be A Treasure

Chapter 144 Drink It

Lily's hand creeps up to the mahogany table. “What if I say no?” she asks calmly.

“Do you have any other choices?” Mr. Ellison, squeezing her neck, sneers, “Do you think I don’t know

why you can be the acting president?”

“Don't be ridiculous. Even a Yale graduate is only an executive at the Smith Group. You are just a

translator, and you are not even qualified to be an executive. How can you be the acting president?”

Mr. Ellison bends over her and smiles playfully. “Louis is disabled now. What fun is it for you to be with

him?”

“Oh, I almost forgot that you were married to Jason before.”

“Lily, you are good. You only play with the man of the Smith family man. Tell me, which one makes you

happier, Louis or Jason?”

“...”

When Lily gets the beer bottle, she knocks it hardly on Ellison’s head, and the bottle cracks.

The pieces crash down.

Ellison feels dizzy when being hit, and blood flows from his hair.

The people around him looks like dead bodies and dares not to move, including Mr. Field. Then a

woman screams, and Mr. Field returns to his mind.

Seeing that Ellison pinches Lily's neck with both hands like crazy, he rushes forward and pulls Ellison

out, “Shit! Are you crazy! Let go of her. If she dies, we're all over.”

“Get out of here! Mr. Ellison pushes Mr. Field away. “How dare a bitch who only knows crawling onto

men's beds throw a bottle at me? She is pretty good!”

He slaps Lily in the face.

The slap happens to hit Lily right on the injured side of her cheek. Her face goes numb and then she

feels the cut open and she frowns in pain.

“Who are you scolding?” Gasps Lily, pushing the sharp pieces of glass against Ellison's stomach, “Say

that again if you have the guts.”

Mr. Field, who is still trying to pull Ellison away, dares not move and shivers.

Shit, when Lily first arrived, he should send her away and ignore Ellison's trick. Otherwise, there won't

be the bad situation now.

Ellison looks up at his stomach, seeming that he doesn’t mind the tiny piece of glass. “Stab me?

I'll see what you’ve got.”

Then he slaps Lily in the face again.

Lily's heart hardens, holding the glass shards to Ellison's stomach.

The slap doesn't fall on her face, but Ellison snorts, and the wine bottle falls on the sofa.

“Do you want to see what I've got?”

The door of the private room is opened. Louis is sitting in his wheelchair, calmly looking at Ellison.

However, he excludes a strong aura and makes people afraid.

Ellison shudders at the sound, then his stomach goes cold.

The fragments of beer Lily is holding look small, but sharp. She pokes him in the abdomen through his

clothes, and the blood flows out. He quickly covers his belly.

“Cousin....” Ellison lost his arrogance and stands aside, his voice faltering.

“I don’t deserve it,” Louis replies, “You might call me Mr. Louis.”

Ellison is paled.

He learned that Louis is in a bad mood and has been resting at the villa. Why did he come here?

Louis presses the button on the wheelchair and enters the room. His eyes fall on Lily, who is in such a

mess. When he sees the dark green mark around her neck, Louis looks terrible.

“Can you walk? I can help you.” Louis asks Lily.

“Yes, I can.” Lily's voice is a little hoarse. She struggles to get up from the sofa. After drinking too much,

she feels a little sick and then falls to the ground.

Mr. Field next to her tries to give her a hand, but Lily stops him, “No, thank you!”

Mr. Field feels embarrassed.

God. She must bear grudges on him.

When Lily gets up, Louis takes a look at her blouse and gives her a blanket from his lap.

Lily looks down, blushes, and immediately throws the blanket over herself. She focused on drinking just

now, and doesn’t pay attention to her clothes. Then she asks Louis, “Why are you here, Mr. Louis?”

“This is the club Leigh invests. He is afraid I would feel bored in the villa, so he asks me to come over

to have fun.” says Louis, “I heard you are here, so I want to see if there is anything I could do for you.”

Louis turns to Mr. Field. “Isn't this Heller's son? Do you know each other?”

“Mr... Mr. Louis.” When Mr. Field sees Louis looking at him, he smiles and says, “A friend of mine

celebrates his birthday today. President Lily is here to celebrate for my friend.”

“Is it?”

Before Mr. Field nods his head, Lily smiles and says, “Yes, I want to wish Mr. Field’s friend a happy

birthday and asked him to make an appointment with Heller for me. Mr. Field is very generous and

buys me twenty-four bottles of beers. Thank you, Mr. Field.”

Mr. Field feels his legs tremble.

Damn it! This woman looks pretty, and also fierce. She knows she has Louis behind her.

“This is Ellison's idea.” Mr. Field points his finger at Mr. Ellison and stutters, “He said he wanted to take

President Lily down a peg, so I...

Ellison looks pale. “Louis... No, Mr. Louis, I'm just joking. Who knows she'll drink it all? I didn't mean

that.”

“Is it? I don't know if that's what you said, Mr. Ellison.” Lily slowly takes her phone out of her pocket,

which is still recording.

Ellison blanches at the sight of the phone.

Lily plays the recording. From the moment she entered the compartment, what each person said,

including Ellison's diatribe against Louis, echoes through the suite.

Watching Louis' calm face, everyone holds their breath.

It's over!

After a while, Louis utters, “Since everyone likes drinking so much, today I'll treat everyone to drink.” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Louis calls in a waiter and has a few words with him.

Two minutes later, several waiters come in, put the white wine and red wine on the mahogany table.

Two mahogany tables are filled with wine.

The crowd looks terrified.

It doesn't matter if it is just better. They are at best throwing up, but drinking a mixture of white wine and

red wine is terrible!

“Mr. Louis, I didn’t say anything just now.” someone says weakly, “And I don't drink alcohol.”

“Mr. Louis, I said nothing, neither.”

“Neither have I.”

“It's Mr. Field's friend’s birthday, and you've been invited here. How can you not drink?” says Louis,

“Make yourself at home. I still have money for the drinks.”

Ellison looks at the white wine on the table and his mouth twitches.

How could it possible to drink the white wine of 52 degrees, and his abdomen still has an injury. How

can he drink?

“I apologize to President Lily. I am wrong to humiliated her.” Mr. Ellison bows to Lily. “Mr. Louis, I was

stabbed by President Lily and I have wounds on my body, so I cannot drink.”

Louis smiles lightly, but his eyes are sharp, “Drink it.”