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Great Marshal/

Chapter - 196

Chapter - 196

Carmen replied, “Hudson? He’s working as a construction crew. Someone once told me he had to trade his blood to acquire food!”

The crowd got full of themselves and laughed once again.

Although they weren’t a match for Carmen, they were doing fine as compared against Zeke and Hudson.

A loser would always be a loser. They were certain they would always be ahead of Zeke and Hudson.

Carmen made a sudden request, “Guys, I need everyone to do me a favour!”

Ivan replied, “Sure! What is it, Carmen?”

“I need to get Zeke drunk! Please help me!” requested Carmen.

Ivan got curious all of a sudden. “Huh? Why do you want to get him drunk?”

“I have a score to settle with Zeke and Hudson. I want to punish them for what they’ve done.”

Ivan lost his cool all of a sudden. “Hmph! Who the hell does Zeke think he is? How dare he offend you?”

“Don’t worry! We’ll definitely try our best to get them drunk!”

“Guys! I have a plan! Let’s get them to drink a toast with each and every one of us! I’m sure they will pass out halfway through!”

Everyone expressed their agreement. “Sure!”

“That’s a good idea!”

“You’re right!”

Carmen laughed wickedly all of a sudden because everything was going according to plan.

She was certain she could pull things through since things started on a great note. In fact, Zeke was good as gone in her mind.

Hudson and Zeke were the last ones to reach.

Ivan teased them to please Carmen, “Oh? Isn’t this our most reputable Mr. Williams?”

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you home by your wife’s side? I mean, we can’t possibly allow you to live off us.”

Zeke replied with a poker face, “Ivan?”

Ivan replied, “Oh? You’re right! I’m surprised you still remember me!”

“Good.” Zeke reached for the pen and notebook he had and jotted down Ivan’s name.

He was determined to settle the scores he had with everyone by the end of their session.

Everyone was dumbfounded because of Zeke’s odd behaviour.

They burst into laughter soon.

What? He’s actually jotting down names?

What are we? High school students? Is he going to hand over the name list to the teacher and get them to teach us a lesson?

What a childish man!

Carmen broke the silence all of a sudden. “Guys, I believe that’s enough! Please have a seat!”

Everyone took their seats around the round table.

Hudson rushed over to Carmen’s side and whispered, “You do remember what you told me, right? You will be surrendering custody over Sharon as long as I’m here, right?”

“I have brought the agreement with me! Please sign!”

Carmen was irritated, “Why are you in such a hurry? I’ll sign once we wrap up the session!”

“Return to your seat at once!”

Hudson couldn’t do anything about it and returned to his seat by Zeke’s side.

Carmen took her seat as well. “Waiter, please serve us our drinks.”

The waiter immediately served everyone their glasses of wine.

Ivan led everyone and drank a toast. “We don’t get to gather around often! Let’s bottom-up this drink to celebrate this joyous occasion and to prove the validity of our friendship!”

Everyone played along with Ivan, “Yes! Cheers!”

Ivan finished the glass of drink he had almost instantly.

Everyone, including Zeke, followed suite.

However, Hudson had an odd expression on his face as though he was stumped. “Erm… Everyone, I’m so sorry! I can’t drink because I’m currently on medication!”

“I-I… I’ll replace the drink with tea instead!”

“That won’t do!” One of their classmates called Yvonne got up and scolded Hudson, “Everyone finished their drinks except you! Does that mean we’re not worthy of your presence?”

It soon turned into a witch hunt.

Hudson was in a tight spot. He had no idea what he should do next.

Zeke narrowed his eyes and looked at Yvonne. “You are?”

Yvonne replied, “I’m Yvonne! What’s wrong? Have you forgotten me?”

Zeke nodded. “Good.”

He jotted down Yvonne’s name again as soon as he finished his sentence.

Pffft!

Yvonne laughed and replied, “What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? What do you think you’re doing by jotting down our names?”

“Are you going to hand it over to our homeroom teacher? I’m afraid that’s impossible! He’s long gone!”