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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 967

Cavan, on the other hand, couldn’t help but shake his head as he smiled wryly. All humans had a limit to their

alcohol tolerance, and he would definitely make Gerald drink till he exceeded his.

True to his word, his classmate’s family truly did own a winery. Cavan was certain that he would be able to

completely ruin Gerald since his classmate—whom he also considered to be his brother—and his father were both

extremely tolerant toward alcohol. In fact, after a check-up, their bodies apparently had access to a lot more

alcohol breaking enzymes compared to regular people!

He had once seen his classmate drink seven whole bottles of extremely high alcohol percentage liquors, back to

back, before finally reaching his limit.

Seven whole bottles of alcohol!

With that in mind, Cavan felt that Gerald would already be bleeding from his stomach long before his classmate

even got too drunk.

Now that all of them were ready, the rules were simple. Each of the five participating people—inclusive of Gerald,

Cavan, two other classmates, and Cavan’s winery friend—would have to take turns downing cups of liquor, and

every time their cups were filled, they had to finish every last drop in it before it could be refilled.

It wasn’t long before both Gerald and Cavan’s friend—whose family owned the winery—managed to finish three

whole bottles of liquor, each.

Cavan himself had already gone pale by then, and he bore quite a frightening expression on his face. However, he

was still conscious enough to know that he should still be fine for at least three more bottles of liquor.

At the same time, Juliet and the other girls were all getting increasingly scared with each glass the five men drank.

They were definitely overdoing it!

Worried, Juliet turned to look at Gerald… However, to her surprise, he looked completely unfazed! It was almost as

if he hadn’t drunk any liquor at all!

“You can really hold your liquor, Gerald! I’m sure you can drink another three bottles, right?!” grumbled Cavan in

both disbelief and surprise.

“Well of course I can! Still, remember that you three still have to drink together with us! Since this brother and I

have already downed three bottles of liquor each, shouldn’t you guys start picking up the pace as well?” replied

Gerald with a smile on his face.

“Alright, then! Since Gerald’s willing to carry on drinking, then we’ll continue drinking as well!”

As the other two classmates declared that, Cavan whispered to his good friend, “Say, Jarson, are you still able to

hang on…?”

“I… I’m fine…!” replied Jarson—who was the son of the winery’s owner—as he waved his hand dismissively.

Hearing that, Cavan nodded and the next round of drinking soon commenced.

Juliet could only watch in horror as the five of them continued downing more and more liquor.

While Jarson and Gerald were still drinking on par with each other, Cavan and the other two boys had considerably

slowed down by this point. What more, as the other two continued downing cups of liquor in single gulps, the

remaining trio found themselves drinking half-a-cup at a time.

As a result, in no time flat, Gerald and Jarson had each finished another three bottles of liquor!

Cavan and the other two, on the other hand, had only managed to drink another bottle and a half of liquor, each.

While the two other classmates had passed out by this point, both Jarson and Cavan were still slightly conscious.

“You drink rather well, Jarson. Care to have another three bottles of liquor with me?” asked Gerald as he looked at

Jarson’s sallow face. As he did so, he also took a peek at Cavan, whose face was now drained of all color.

“You still want to continue drinking? Both you and Jarson have already drunk six bottles of liquor each!” said Juliet,

trying to talk some sense into them.

“Drink! We’ll… We’ll continue drinking! Jason! Drink I say-”

Before Cavan could even finish his sentence, he quickly wobbled toward the exit, clearly trying to hold himself back

from vomiting in front of everyone.

Eventually managing to make his way to the washroom, Cavan instantly began vomiting as soon as he reached a

toilet seat.

He would’ve never have dreamt that Gerald was this capable of holding his liquor.

Due to him underestimating that, Cavan’s entire world was now spinning as his stomach ached like never before.

At some point, he even began vomiting blood! However, due to how drunk he already was, he didn’t even register

the implications of that.

After quite some time, Cavan could barely feel his legs as fumbled back to the private room. The moment he got to

the door, however, he was greeted by the sound of screaming!

Concerned, Cavan immediately pushed the door open to see what was wrong.

To his dismay, the first thing he saw was Jarson sprawled on the ground! Blood and foam were spurting from his

mouth and even the whites of his eyes were showing!

“C-call an ambulance! Hurry!” shouted Cavan as he stumbled over, his eyes wide in shock.

Not long after, the wailing of ambulance sirens approached the venue.

With the matter now dealt with, Juliet and Gerald returned to her car.

Now that they were alone, Juliet immediately turned to look at Gerald—who was still looking as fine as ever—before

asking in amazement, “You… Are you truly still doing alright…?”

“But of course I am! I’ll let you in on a secret… I’m actually naturally immune to alcohol! The only side effect of me

drinking that much is a strong urge to use the washroom!” replied Gerald with a subtle smile on his face.

“How could a man with such an honest-looking face be such a liar!” said Juliet as she couldn’t help but glare at him.

At that moment, Juliet’s phone suddenly began ringing.

Picking the call up, Gerald listened as she made several ‘hmm’ sounds before eventually hanging up, a worried

expression now on her face.

“…The call was from my mother who’s just returned from abroad… It seems that she’s somehow found out that I

secretly got married without her knowledge!”