George gave Gary a hard slap on the back of the head. "Are you seriously trying to bargain? Being able to drink with Mr. Collins is a privilege for you!"
"But Dad, this will literally kill me! This glass is 200 milliliters of whiskey, and fifty glasses would be 10,000 milliliters of whiskey. If I drink that much, there's no way I'll walk out of this hotel upright. I'll be dead!" Gary said anxiously, his voice trembling.
Hearing this, Asher turned to him with a cold, piercing gaze. "So you're saying Thea just drank 1,000 milliliters of alcohol earlier?"
"Not that much. More like 800 milliliters," Gary stammered, feeling the overwhelming killing intent radiating from Asher. His body trembled as he forced a nervous smile.
George, sensing the danger in the air, quickly grabbed a glass, fil
