Chapter 361

Julian Roscente smirked and quickened his pace to catch up with the familiar figure.

His fake girlfriend had just broken up. He had to make some gesture.

......

Dominic Alpinus returned to the private dining room in a daze, forcing a smile as he continued toasting the investors.

Sophia Laurent had already cut ties with him. Threats were useless—this dinner was his last chance.

"Mr. Lowell, I've long admired your reputation. Finally getting the chance to toast you today—I hope for your guidance in the future."

In the past, he wouldn't even have been allowed near these industry titans.

Dylan Lowell swirled his wine glass lazily. "You are...?"

"Dominic Alpinus."

"Ah, right. Can you hold your liquor?"

"I can manage a few glasses. Don't laugh at me."

"I heard you're eyeing the third male lead in Mr. Merovingian's S-period drama?"

Dominic stiffened. "Mr. Lowell means...?"

"It's not impossible to arrange, right, Victor?"

Victor Merovingian raised a brow. Though confused, he played along. "Of course."

A flicker of hope lit Dominic's eyes.

Dylan: "Just one small condition. Shouldn't be hard for you."

"Name it."

"Finish every drink on this table, and the role is yours."

The room erupted in rowdy cheers.

Dominic's face paled. "Mr. Lowell, this—"

"What? Scared? No problem—I'll give it to someone else."

The table was laden with liquor.

Red wine. Baijiu. Whiskey.

Drinking it all would land him in the hospital—if he survived.

But Dominic only hesitated three seconds—

"I'll drink."

Dylan clapped. "That's the spirit."

As Dominic tipped back the first glass, Dylan pulled out his phone and texted Julian:

[Done as you asked]

[All because that punk touched your fake girlfriend?]

[Thought we agreed to play separately? Can't handle it?]

No reply.

At that moment, Julian was following Sophia into a nightclub.

This woman was something else.

Fresh from dumping her boytoy, she came straight here to party.

On the dance floor, a man approached her.

Sophia gave him a once-over. "Too greasy. Not interested."

She walked off, leaving him fuming.

Julian laughed so hard from his booth he slapped his thigh.

"What's so funny?" Sophia returned from dancing and kicked him. "That amusing?"

"Hilarious, hahaha..."

"You're greasier than him."

"?"

"Mocking him is mocking yourself."

"??"

This woman's tongue was lethal.

Sophia sat down and poured herself a drink.

Still sweating from dancing, her hair clung to her neck, chest rising and falling slightly.

But this reckless abandon felt exhilarating!

"Why'd you follow me? Dinner over?" she asked casually.

"Boring. When did you spot me?"

"The second I walked in. Need something?"

Julian swirled his glass with a half-smile. "Worried you'd get bitten by a dog and do something stupid. Came to supervise."

"Pfft—that's it? You underestimate me."

"Aren't all women like that?"

"Wrong. Can't speak for others, but me? I'm bulletproof."