Chapter 473 A Hundred Bottles of Wine To Empty
The man’s inflection had the warmth of jade, yet it had the coolness of the thawing snow in spring.
Natalie’s taut heartstrings were given a reprieve. She glared at the man who had shielded her behind
him, bewildered.
If not for his timely appearance, her right eye would have probably been laid to waste there and then.
When one of Gerik’s subordinates went down with a broken wrist, the fearfulness of the other was
apparent when he regarded Bastien.
“What are you standing there for! Get him!” Gerik yelled. “Pull a knife on them and show them what’s
what!”
The subordinate spat and brought out a switchblade which he unsheathed before he charged in
Bastien’s direction.
“Die!”
With a kick, the blade was sent scuttling across the floor by Bastien’s deft foot before it even got
anywhere close.
Though disarmed, the man sprawled on the floor remained obviously undeterred. He reached across for
that switchblade in anticipation of using it against Bastien and Natalie afterward but Bastien was quicker
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtand beat him to the punch.
He got to that blade first and then stabbed it cleanly into the back of that man’s hand.
“Argh—” Accompanying that man’s bloodcurdling scream was a blinding spurt of crimson that splashed
across the floor.
Like a god amongst men, Bastien’s movements were swift and decisive, and he transited from one
motion to another without pause.
This was sufficient to send Gerik staggering back in horror.
“It’s… This is all a big misunderstanding. We don’t have to get violent. Let’s talk this out, like proper
gentlemen.”
“Okay.” Bastien nodded.
Thinking that the worst was over, the blandishing Gerik began to quietly rejoice in the belief that his
counterpart had agreed to a truce and would not be pushing things any further.
That was, until Bastien’s men arrived.
Looking at the two writhing on the floor and the third stricken upon the couch, Joseph asked, “What shall
we do with these lot, Mr. Nine?”
“Bring in a hundred bottles of wine.”
Bastien’s men were highly efficient and managed to lug in a hundred bottles of expensive wine which
they laid neatly before Gerik.
“T-This is?”
“A gentleman would use his mouth before he lifts his hand. Here are a hundred bottles of wine. Finish
them all without leaving a single bottle unemptied and without spilling a single drop, and you’ll be free to
walk away.” There was not a single billow between his brows when he spoke. “My men will supervise this
personally, and you shall be penalized, another bottle for every drop you fail to clean off!”
Gerik’s eyeballs almost popped.
This is wine, not water! Drinking a hundred bottles of water is already no joke, never mind a hundred
bottles of wine. This is way crueler than getting stabbed in the gut!
“This… This is sheer torture! I was in the wrong and I see that now, so would you not show some mercy
and let me off?” Gerik’s legs went limp beneath him and brought him onto his knees. “I’d never do
anything like this again!”
Bastien showed no interest whatsoever in the man’s remonstrations.
“Put someone on him, Joseph.”
“Will do, Mr. Nine.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNatalie was a little lost in thought as she regarded this man addressed as Mr. Nine.
She did not pay him too much attention before, but now that she had, she found that this man was quite
on par with Samuel in the looks department.
Regal and elegant, and with an aura of airy sensualism about him, he was somewhat pretty in an
inexplicable way.
As an expression of her gratitude for taking care of that dastardly trio, Natalie extended a bow toward
Bastien.
“Thank you, Mr. Nine.”
“Do you know me?” Bastien asked, smilingly.
“I don’t.” She shook her head. “But since your subordinates address you that way, I suppose that it would
be fine for me to do likewise.”
Then, Natalie was reminded of Wendy. She was about to drag her bum leg with her in search of the latter
when she turned and saw Wendy with her face awash with tears.
“I was so scared for you, Boss!”
Traumatized by her ordeal, Wendy clung to Natalie while her tears flowed ceaselessly.
I suppose that she must have been terrified from her ordeal with these b*st*rds.
“Hush. Hush now!” Subtly smiling, Natalie returned Wendy’s embrace while she patted the latter lightly
upon her back. “Everything’s all right now. It’s already been taken care of. I won’t allow anyone to force
you to do anything you don’t want to so long as I’m around.”