My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 137 Madison smiled and said, "I've been socializing too much recently and sick of liquor. I'll get my subordinate to drink for me." Crow shrunk behind Madison. Just as he was about to find an excuse to leave, Madison suddenly grabbed his collar and threatened him in a low voice, "If you are not capable enough, don't take on any jobs randomly. Since you're the one who accepted their invitation, drink!" Crow almost shed tears. "My king, I can only drink three glasses of wine at most. Didn't you say that you wouldn't get drunk even if you drank a thousand glasses of spirits?" “The past is the past, and the present is the present!” Crow felt as if he had set up a trap for himself. He braced himself and picked up a bowl, yet he was stopped by Neville's cold gaze. "Not everyone can drink my wine." Madison narrowed her eyes. "What if I don't drink it?" Neville smiled as he took off his wristwatch and placed it on the table. "It's simple. Either defeator make Utopia disappear in Wellhaven." When Crow heard that, his legs instantly went weak. He reached out and tugged at the corner of Madison's clothes, whispering, "My king, drink some. Don't go against him on the spot. He won't ask you to finish the eighteen bowls, right?" Madison raised her eyebrows and said, "Why should I be afraid of him? Didn't you just say that Utopia is strong enough to fight against the Python Gang? If that's the case, I don't need to be polite to him!" Crow could only tell the truth. "After you leave Utopia, it is declining day by day. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. The Python Gang can destroy Utopia with a flick of their fingers." Madison was rendered speechless.

She cursed in her heart, 'D a m n it! This bastard Crow tricked me! With Utopia's current strength, won't I be fooled like a clown during the banquet?' "My king, please doa favor, on account of our many years of friendship. I'll apologize to you later." Madison said through gritted teeth, “I'll settle the score with you when we get back!" Neville tapped his fingers on the table. "My king, my patience is limited. Don't makewait too long." Madison frowned and thought, 'Why did this guy's tone sound the sas Neville? Sure enough, the people I hate are all the same.

For the sake of Utopia, Madison could only pick up the bowl and drink the liquor.

As long as Neville did not tell her to stop, she would have to keep drinking.

In the blink of an eye, she had drunk three big bowls of liquor.

Gradually, Madison's footsteps becunsteady, and her kidney was faintly hurting.

She looked down at the remaining fifteen bowls. If Neville showed no compassion and asked her to finish them, her life would end tonight.

However, the members of Utopia had worked hard with her for a few years, and she could not leave them in the lurch. By the tMadison reached the fifth bowl, her entire body was in great pain, her face was slightly pale, and even her lips had turned pale. Neville looked at the tears in her eyes For sreason, his heart ached. "Forget it. I have something to discuss with you. If I get you drunk, how can we talk about important things?" Madison instantly heaved a sigh of relief. She covered her waist and sat down. The pain in her kidney made her tremble. She had no choice but to press down hard on her waist before she could barely straighten her back. "What do you want to talk toabout, Mr. Green Python?" Neville poured her a cup of warm water. "I want someone from you." "Who?" "Ninth Prince." Madison's mind buzzed. “Ninth Prince" was Jeremy's hidden identity. How could she put her son in danger? +5 Jeremy had been interested in weapons since he was young. When he was three years old, Madison allowed him to teach himself how to design weapons. Now, he was one of the best in the industry, and the new weapons he created were popular in Wellhaven. Because of that, "Ninth Prince" had also becwell-known in Wellhaven, but very few people knew that he was lurking in Utopia. Jeremy contributed a large portion of revenue in Utopia over the years.

Madison lowered her head and took a sip of warm water, feeling much better in her stomach. "I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Green Python." "My king, you don't have to play dumb. Ninth Prince is a member of Utopia. I only want him, and I will promise him a higher salary. As for the price, you can nit." "Impossible!" Realizing that she was too emotional, Madison lowered her voice a little. "Mr. Green Python, since you are clear that Ninth Prince is one of the members of Utopia, you should also know about his pivotal position. How can I sell him. to you?".

Neville narrowed his eyes. "Since you are unwilling to part with him, why don't we make another bet?" Madison knew that Utopia had long lost the initiative. She could only accept Neville's request and asked, “What do you want to bet this time?" "In three days, I will carry out a drill. If the Python Gang wins, Ninth Prince will be mine. If Utopia wins, you can do whatever you want to the Python Gang." Crow winked at Madison, signaling her to admit defeat.

Madison nodded and said, "Deal." Neville smiled and clinked glasses with Madison. "I've always admired your courage, my king." Madison's kidney was hurting badly, so she stood up and left quickly.

The night breeze in Wellhaven was mild, yet it was bone-chilling to Madison, who was standing at the door waiting for the car.

Chapter 137 The pain in her body overwhelmed her, making her wish she was dead. The feeling reminded Madison of when she was in the operating room three years ago. Her resistance to anesthetics her to be in so much pain thas strong, and the kidney was taken away from her body almost without anesthetics, causing she hoped for death.

The world in front of her seemed to be a little blurry, and Madison couldn't stand steadily.

Just as she was about to fall down the steps, a strong arm wrapped around her waist. "My king?" Neville looked at the young man in his arms and could not help but frown. He wondered why a man's waist was more slender than a woman's.

Madison curled up in pain. "Send... to the hospital." "Okay." Nolan drove the car over.

Neville hesitated for a moment before bending down to carry Madison.

He thought, 'Not only is his waist slender, but he is also light. I do not know how he split the mask on my face back then.

Nolan saw Neville carrying Madison into the car and was slightly stunned. "What's wrong with him?" "He doesn't feel well." "I expected it. He is so feminine and can't even withstand a single blow." "Drive to the nearest hospital." Nolan started the car.

Madison was in a daze because of the sharp pain, and her head was leaning against Neville.

Neville wanted to push her away, but when he saw that her face was covered in cold sweat, he could not bear it. He let her lie on his knees.

Looking down at Madison, Neville felt strange and said to himself, 'This man is really ... beautiful.' Madison felt warmth and said in a daze, "Neville, it hurts..." B