Chapter 914:
Corey ordered the strongest drinks, confident that a few bottles would send Caden’s stomach into revolt. They began drinking, each glass a silent declaration of war.
However, as the liquor flowed, Corey found himself faltering. His vision blurred, his head spun, while Caden remained unnervingly steady, his eyes sharp and unyielding.
Corey sneered, though his words slurred slightly, “Is your stomach condition fake?”noveldrama
Caden uncorked another bottle, his voice hoarse but steady. “If you can’t outdrink me, don’t expect to leave here unscathed.”
For a moment, Corey glimpsed the reckless Caden of two years ago—the man willing to destroy himself to take down his enemy.
Corey’s resolve wavered. He was tipsy and dangerously close to losing control.
But Caden saw through his hesitation and smirked maliciously. “If you can’t keep going, I can always help you.”
Without waiting for a reply, Caden’s bodyguards entered the room, pinning Corey down. They forced the remaining liquor down Corey’s throat as Caden watched coldly, not drinking another drop himself.
Two bottles later, Corey was a wreck—his eyes bloodshot, his body trembling, and his stomach rebelling against the alcohol.
Caden stood, towering over Corey, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
Corey glared up at Caden, his voice hoarse. “Caden, are you even a man? You set me up!”
Caden’s tone was chilling. “It’s just a few bottles. Can’t handle it?” His gaze darkened further. “Back then, when you led me into that trap, caused my child’s death, and coaxed Alicia to Xada, did you not think this day would come?”
Corey’s tense body suddenly relaxed as he leaned back in his chair, a cruel laugh escaping his lips. “How is it my fault? Wasn’t it Dorian who crashed the car? Wasn’t it you who missed the engagement party to fly off to Terriland? Caden, Alicia’s incident wasn’t on me. The real culprit is you.”
Caden indeed blamed himself, but that didn’t mean Corey was innocent. Typically composed and restrained, Caden was able to prioritize the bigger picture. However, under the influence of alcohol, his control dramatically waned.
Caden directed someone to cover Corey’s face with a towel and proceeded to pour liquor over him, bottle after bottle.
Corey’s limbs were restrained, his neck veins bulging alarmingly. It wasn’t until all the alcohol on the table was depleted that Caden mercifully put a stop to it.
Corey’s complexion turned ghostly. He was unconscious. Caden cleaned his hands and instructed the bodyguards to throw Corey into the bathtub after slitting Corey’s wrists. Corey’s fate was uncertain.
Once the room fell silent, Caden sat alone in the private room. The club manager kept vigilant, wary of missing any directives or failing to attend adequately.
Noticing Caden’s prolonged stillness, the manager approached, asking, “Are you okay, Mr. Ward?” Caden barely lifted his gaze.
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