Chapter - 3129

I wonder how Francine will handle the situations that may arise next.

Francine said, "I apologize, Mr. Sloan. I'm not feeling well today, so I won't be able to drink."

Sloan still persisted, saying, "Haha, to be honest, it's not convenient for me to drink today as well. But I've decided to keep you company today, even if it kills me. Come on, let's drink together. Let's have a toast. Open two bottles."

The underling of Sloan quickly opened two bottles of beer, handing one each to Francine and Sloan.

Sloan held his beer in his right hand. "Come, Ms. Francine. Let's have a toast."

The crowd below started to cheer. "Drink! Drink! Drink!"

"Toast! Toast!"

Francine swept her icy gaze over the scene before finally accepting the bottle of beer.

"I just hope you won't regret this, Mr. Sloan."

Sloan laughed heartily. "No regrets, absolutely no regrets! Since you want to play for real, then I, Sloan, will accompany you, haha!"

Zeke wore a face of disappointment. He hadn't expected that Francine would eventually compromise.

He was just about to make his move when, unexpectedly, Francine smashed the bottle directly onto Sloan's head.

"You're not even qualified to flirt with me!"

Zeke was taken aback. Then, a faint smile appeared on his face. "You didn't let me down."

Gasp!

The whole place immediately descended into chaos.

Who was Sloan?

He was the tyrant of this area.

The man was the one backing this bar.

He even owned shares in this bar.

Even the owner of Royal Flush Bar cowered in front of Sloan, but now she had attacked Sloan.

It's all over, all over. This girl is done for. What a pity!

The men under Sloan's command quickly rushed forward.

"Mr. Sloan, are you all right?"

"Quick, rush him to the hospital."

"D*mn it, stop bothering me and go grab Francine for me. If she escapes, none of you b*stards are going to live."

At last, Sloan's henchmen came to their senses and hastily chased after her.

Francine had already taken advantage of the chaos and had gone backstage.

As she was about to sneak out through the back door, Zeke approached her.

"Ms. Francine, would you like a drink?”

"I'm busy!" Francine firmly refused without any hesitation.

Zeke said, "You can't escape. Mr. Sloan's men have caught up. However, if you're willing to sit down and have a drink with me, perhaps I could help you out of your predicament."

Huh?

Francine turned around with a puzzled look, suddenly pausing for a moment.

With a smile on his face, Zeke thought Francine must have recognized him by now.

After all, he could be considered a mentor to her.

Francine said, "You know, you really remind me of my boyfriend."

What?

Now, it was Zeke's turn to be confused. "Boyfriend? What boyfriend?"

Francine explained, “Oh, to tell you the truth, the Great Marshal is actually my boyfriend. You do bear some resemblance.

"I..."

For a moment, Zeke was at a loss for words.

Since when the h*ll did I become your boyfriend? Whatever. This girl is probably just trying to intimidate me. That's why she's bluffing.

Zeke, too lazy to argue with her, said, "Will you sit down for a drink? By the way, there's something I need to tell you."

After a moment of consideration, Francine finally nodded. "All right. Since you resemble my boyfriend, I'll show you some respect."

The word "boyfriend" made Zeke's heart race once again.

The two of them took their seats.

Francine asked, "Go on. What do you want to say?"

Zeke said, "The prime minister has passed away."

Francine was momentarily stunned but quickly broke into a laugh.

"Good, he's dead. That old geezer should have died a long time ago."

Even though Francine was harsh with her words, Zeke could tell that she was in great pain.

Zeke explained, "Did you know that you've misunderstood the prime minister all along? He was not the person you thought he was."

Francine asked, “So, you were sent here by that old geezer, huh? Just give up already. No matter what you say, I will never believe you, nor will I ever forgive that old geezer."