Chapter 7 Accompanying Wine_1

Sophia Cloud felt a sudden wave of dizziness, it hadn't been long since Christopher Lewis had just paid for the medical expenses, and they were already pressing for more payments.

Arthur's condition was extremely unstable, and the daily medical expenses were astronomical to her.

What should she do now?

Tiana Cooper held the payment notice and couldn't help but grumble, "Didn't we just make a payment, why do we have to pay again?"

Sophia Cloud sighed and massaged her throbbing temples as she typed on her phone.

——I still have to go to work, during this time, I'll have to trouble you to help take care of Arthur.

"Taking care of Arthur is not a problem." Tiana Cooper was naturally willing to do this, but then she paused, her face filled with worry, "But where are you going to work?"

Sophia Cloud bit her lip and gestured with her hands.

——Bar.

When Tiana understood what she meant, she exclaimed in shock, "Are you out of your mind? Leo Harrell came looking for you tonight because of that online incident, right? Are you still throwing yourself into the line of fire?"

Offending the Harrell Family, no one ended up with a good outcome, and with so much public opinion on the internet right now, if she went back to the bar, she would certainly attract a lot of attention.

After some thought, Tiana Cooper suggested, "Why not borrow from Christopher Lewis again like the other day? His father was a friend of your grandfather; he will surely help you."

Upon hearing this, Sophia Cloud shook her head emphatically to refuse.

She already owed him 60,000 dollars. If she borrowed more, it might make her seem like a greedy and insatiable woman who could never get enough.

Then her grandfather's lifetime reputation would be destroyed by her hands.

——I cannot trouble him any further.

With things as they were, Tiana Cooper also had no solutions. Although she had a job and savings, she had nearly run out of money and had none left to spare.

After pondering for a moment, she said, "When you go to work at the bar this time, you must be careful about your safety. Remember, no matter what, you must protect yourself."

Sophia Cloud nodded vigorously in response.

The bar was a place where wealthy young masters and mistresses often mingled; it was as chaotic as it could get.

Sophia Cloud was well aware of this, but even so, was she supposed to retreat?

For Arthur's sake, she was willing to sacrifice herself and take the plunge.

Because of the incident online, she hadn't gone to work at the bar recently, not wanting to disrupt its order.

When she returned, she couldn't avoid a scolding from the manager, which also made her feel apprehensive.

After the scolding, the manager couldn't help but ask, "Are you really the Harrell Family's young madam?"

The title of the Harrell Family's young madam was dazzling, yet it was so unfamiliar to her, no one had ever mentioned it before.

Thinking of Leo Harrell's warning from the night before, she instinctively refused, typing on her phone.

——Not me, just internet rumors.

The manager thought about it too, if she really were the Harrell Family's young madam, how could she have fallen so far.

With that in mind, he no longer hesitated and began to instruct her, "Go and deliver the drinks to room 111."

She showed a smile and bowed slightly in gratitude.

Ever since the last incident, whenever Sophia Cloud walked through the bar, she felt as if someone was watching her from the shadows, and indeed she was constantly on guard against Leo Harrell.

She feared that he would appear suddenly and humiliate her once more.

As she pondered, she had already reached the door of room 111.

The instant she pushed open the door, a strong smell of smoke hit her face. She fought back a cough, not wanting to appear impolite as she still held drinks in her hands.

The rowdy young heirs inside the room fell silent with her arrival, their gazes shuttling back and forth across her.

Sophia Cloud dared not show too much expression, she stiffly placed the drinks on the table, trying hard to make her expression seem less dry as she cautiously held up a sign:

——Good evening, esteemed guest. The drinks you requested have been delivered. If you need any assistance, please press the bell.

After completing these tasks, she was about to leave when, as she turned around, her wrist was seized.

Turning back, a wealthy young master raised his eyebrow at her, his smile wicked: "Miss, how about joining us for a few drinks?"

Sophia Cloud's expression turned ugly in an instant. She struggled to free her wrist, forced a smile, took two silent steps back and shook her head.

With a "snap," a stack of red bills was thrown onto the table in front of her, though from whom it was unclear.

Someone in the private room started egging her on: "Join us for a drink, and these 50,000 dollars are yours."

50,000 dollars.

For Sophia Cloud, it was a huge temptation. With that money, she could pay for Arthur's medical expenses, a pressing issue.

Her resolve weakened as her eyes fixated on the red bills.

Her hand tightened by her side, her gaze cold as she looked at the young master in front of her, her fingers rapidly typing on her phone.

——So all I have to do is drink and the money is mine?

The rich scion smiled: "Yes, 50,000 dollars a glass. After you finish these ten glasses, you'll get half a million."

The offer became even more tempting.

No matter what, she had to take a chance.

Sophia Cloud shook off his grip and, under the watchful eyes of all present, picked up a glass of liquor, closed her eyes, and gulped it down in one breath.

The spicy and pungent taste instantly spread throughout her mouth, and she endured, maintaining a calm and unperturbed exterior while smiling.

The group of wealthy youths whistled, their interest piqued as they pushed all the glasses forward: "Come on, keep going!"

Sophia Cloud raised her eyebrows, looking at the 50,000 dollars on the table, motioning with her hands.

Fearing they wouldn't understand, she again typed on her phone—Is this mine now?

"It's yours, it's yours, keep going!"

Hearing this, her conviction strengthened—she had to gather enough for the medical expenses, no matter what.

After downing five glasses, her consciousness began to blur, and double vision set in.

Someone asked with a laugh: "Miss, can you still handle it? You've already got 250,000 dollars; that should be enough. Don't ruin your health over this."

The words seemed to carry a double entendre as laughter erupted in the private room.

But Sophia Cloud didn't care. Her mind was set on gathering the medical fees for Arthur, and she couldn't be bothered with anything else. Just as she was about to bring another glass to her lips, someone forcefully intervened.

The group of wealthy youths, who had been enjoying the spectacle, were displeased with the sudden interruption and cursed at the man who appeared out of nowhere.

"Who the hell are you? Can't you see we're having a drinking contest? Get lost!"

Leo Harrell's face was a mix of ire and disdain as he reached out unceremoniously and slapped Sophia Cloud's cheek.

"Snap out of it."

Sophia Cloud leaned against him. Seemingly feeling the pain on her cheek, she opened her eyes uncomfortably, her gaze hazy as she looked at the man before her.

As soon as she recognized his face, she snapped out of her daze, quickly pulling away from Leo Harrell and watching him warily from a corner.

The scions were bewildered by this turn of events, feeling somewhat deflated, and they started to blame Sophia Cloud: "Miss, you can't play the game like this, bringing your husband to a drinking contest. We can't give you the money—it doesn't count."

After all that had happened and the several drinks she had already consumed, how could they suddenly declare it didn't count? How could she accept that?

She quickly stepped forward, clutching the stack of red bills, madly shaking her head and gesturing at the eager young masters.

——He's not my husband. Let's continue!

The man's face visibly darkened at a discernible speed.