The Man in Power After Being Married into Her Family

After Spencer downed his glass, he began seeing double images. The dizziness made him faint, and he felt as though he had just been punched in the gut. Xavion had no courage to go against his father, so he could only wait for Spencer to finish before proceeding to hurriedly swallow the remaining liquor in his glass. By then, the time on Charlie's stopwatch hadn't reached a minute yet.

When Charlie saw the father and son duo gasping for breath, their faces flushed red, he grinned. He waved his hand and said cheerfully, "Come, now! Have a second drink. I'd like to trouble Master Fox to refill the wine glasses!" Xavion's legs were already beginning to sway, but he dared not disobey Charlie's command. He could only tremble as he picked up the wine glass once again, and poured two more glasses for his father and himself.

Immediately afterwards, Charlie looked at the stopwatch again and said, "Let's stick to the old rules. I'll give you one minute each to drink your respective glasses.

Whoever exceeds the time limit will be rewarded with another!"

Spencer lamented, "Sir... I'll really die if I have to keep drinking..."

Charlie waved his hand carelessly and said, "Don't worry, you won't die. If you really do, you can just come to me." "T-That's..." Spencer was desperate.

Flustered, he thought 'If I die, how can I possibly go to you?!'

Charlie added casually, "To be honest, you father and son should really find a nice place to have fun. I'm just requesting you two to have some drinks. Previously, I reduced a similar father-son duo who angered me into ashes. Oh, there's also another who did the same. I had the words' pathetic jerk' carved on the son's forehead, and 'pathetic jerk's father' on the father's forehead. You have no idea how lucky you are compared to them!"

Charlie went on cheerfully, "If either of you are interested, I can call my subordinate who's good at body calligraphy here. I'll get him to do some calligraphy for you both."

Spencer was frightened to hear Charlie's vicious narration. Xavion, on the other hand, felt a sudden burst of phantom pain on his forehead when he envisioned someone carving his forehead.

Nervous, he exchanged terrified

glances with his father. He

whispered, "Dad, you've already

finished one glass. You should just grit your teeth and finish the

swnevernet

remaining two glasses and it be fine..."

Charlie stretched out a finger, which he shook before saying seriously, "Master Fox, you still have three glasses left!"

Xavion hurriedly nodded and mumbled meekly, "Yes, yes... Mr. Wade, it's just as you have said... I have three glasses left..."

Spencer could already feel the effects of the liquor spinning in his head. He rubbed his temple vigorously as he said, "Okay... I'll drink!"

So saying, he picked up the glass. He hesitated for a good three seconds before gulping it down in one go.

Xavion, meanwhile, dared not delay and hurriedly drank his second glass.

By the time Spencer had finished, he had already lost control of his body. He slumped on the chair, feeling a splitting headache. His eyelids were unusually heavy, and he had trouble opening his eyes.

He begged under his breath, "Sir... Sir... I...I... I cannot do it anymore..."

As soon as his voice fell, he collapsed immediately.

Charlie used his energy to check the old man's condition and discovered the latter had fallen into a coma. He turned to Cason, who was kneeling next to him, and said cheerfully, "Pour him the third glass."

Cason didn't dare disobey. He quickly stood up, walked to Spencer, and filled up the glass with trembling hands. After that, he forced

Spencer's mouth open and carefully poured the liquor into Spencer's mouth.

Spencer was already unconscious, so he was completely at Cason's mercy. He choked several times before getting force-fed the third glass.

Charlie diverted his attention to Xavion, who was now terrified beyond belief. "Well then, Master Fox. Do you think you should do it yourself, or should I ask Cason to help you?"