The man’s face was swollen, yet Alaric Faulkner hadn’t said stop, and he didn’t dare to stop.
Those around took a few fearful steps back, clearly understanding that Alaric Faulkner was someone not to be trifled with.
The man looked at Alaric Faulkner and asked pitifully, "Alaric... President Faulkner, are you calm now?"
Alaric Faulkner looked at him indifferently, his expression cold as he said, "That’s a question you shouldn’t be asking me."
It was they who had provoked Eleanor Sterling earlier, so it was Eleanor Sterling who needed to agree.
The man immediately realized and went over to beg Eleanor Sterling, "Miss, we were blind to your status earlier, we know we were wrong, please let us go."
Given Alaric Faulkner’s power in Aethelgard, if they didn’t resolve this today, they’d be in big trouble later.
Eleanor Sterling hadn’t had the chance to act on her own before Alaric Faulkner stood up for her.
Looking at the men begging before her, her expression was cold; someone must have instigated them to trouble her.
Eleanor Sterling’s gaze subtly swept over to Faye Sterling, and she asked, "Who told you to make me drink?"
The men all pointed at Faye Sterling and the others.
Faye Sterling’s face turned pale, and she clenched her fists tightly.
Lucy Zane, Tiffany Chase, and Isabelle Hughes turned ashen with fear, shocked that Alaric Faulkner would help Eleanor Sterling.
What was their relationship?
They couldn’t believe that Eleanor Sterling was Alaric Faulkner’s girlfriend, especially given her current appearance; how could Alaric Faulkner be interested in her?
But how else to explain Alaric Faulkner helping Eleanor Sterling? Surely he wasn’t just acting out of a sense of justice?
Eleanor Sterling looked at Faye Sterling with a cold smile and said, "Since she wanted me to drink, I bet she wants to drink too. Why don’t you persuade her?"
She wasn’t one to be easily bullied; she especially enjoyed asserting her dominance in front of Faye Sterling.
Since Faye Sterling dared to challenge her, Eleanor Sterling naturally wouldn’t be polite.
Suddenly realizing they might have been used as pawns by Faye Sterling, the men awakened.
Faye Sterling and Eleanor Sterling had a grudge. Faye had instigated them to force Eleanor to drink, but now Eleanor was not to be messed with.
Shifting their anger to Faye Sterling seemed like the best way out, allowing them a smooth escape.
Initially, they just wanted to make an acquaintance, not expecting such a consequence, offending someone they shouldn’t have.
Thinking this, the men picked up a bottle of wine and approached Faye Sterling.
Faye Sterling looked terrified, taking several steps back.
She looked up at Alaric Faulkner, her face filled with fear as she cried out, "Alaric, please save me."
Unfortunately, her pitiful and fragile appearance elicited no reaction from Alaric Faulkner, his deep eyes coldly watching her.
He clearly intended to stand by.
Alaric Faulkner endlessly indulged Eleanor Sterling’s actions, even if the person she wanted to deal with was Faye Sterling.
"I’ll drink, I’ll drink myself."
Knowing she could seek help nowhere, Faye Sterling snatched the bottle from the man’s hand and began to chug it.
She drank so hastily that she broke into a violent cough, tears streaming from her eyes.
After downing the whole bottle, Faye Sterling was completely dizzy.
Seeing Faye in such a state, her friends naturally dared not stand on ceremony, each grabbing a bottle and downing it.
"Ugh!" Faye couldn’t hold back and began to vomit violently, leaving the place filthy and unbearable to behold. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Dylan Lawson came over, seeing Faye Sterling’s pitiful state, he couldn’t help but shake his head, his face showing an expression of astonishment.
Alaric Faulkner was simply a wife-protecting madman; for the sake of Eleanor Sterling, he was willing to let Faye Sterling suffer .
Isn’t she the mother of his son? Yet there’s not a shred of tenderness.