The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 200 No Surrender

With William's firm stance, Daniel had nothing more to add.

"If that's how you put it, William, then I'll play your game! But let's make it clear—once you place a bet, you'll have to stick to it without cheating!"

"If anyone cheats, they'll resign voluntarily!" William proclaimed, finishing his declaration.

Brittany immediately stepped up, endorsing the idea enthusiastically, "Perfect! William, I like your proposal, and I approve. I'll be the witness then. If either of you tries to dodge the consequences after losing, you will resign!"

Eager to prove himself in front of Brittany and to hasten Daniel's defeat, William didn't hesitate to lift his second basin of vodka, "My turn again!"

He tilted his head back and quickly finished off the vodka from the basin. Consuming the second basin of vodka made William wobble, and he started to feel dizzy. Ten bottles were his usual maximum, enough to make him fall unconscious on a normal day.

But this evening was different. Thanks to the sobriety medicine he had taken, and being in excellent condition, William felt the effects of the alcohol but wasn't close to passing out—he thought he could handle another basin, at least.

Seeing that William was struggling a bit, Daniel decided to give him an out, patting him on the shoulder with a chuckle, "William, if you can’t drink anymore, there's no need to force yourself. You can just admit defeat."

"I..."

William hesitated for a moment, then made his choice: "I surrender!"Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Brittany snorted with disdain, "What a waste!"

After Daniel downed those two basins, she had already surmised William wouldn't win. Nevertheless, William had managed to make Daniel drink a whopping four basins of vodka, a total of twenty bottles. Brittany figured this must be close to Daniel's limit.

She thought that all she needed was to rope in one more good drinker, and then this country nobody would definitely hit the floor. As for William, a loser like him should face the consequences.

Pointing to the skirt, Brittany ordered William, "Go to the washroom and put this on. Once you're dressed, lie on the floor and start barking. You lost the bet; you must face the punishment."

"Brittany, I surrendered willingly. That should lighten the penalty! How about I don't wear the dress and just bark twice? Woof! Woof, woof!"

William barked a few times dismissively, hoping to bluff his way through. He believed that Brittany wouldn't come down too hard on him.

"Lighten the punishment? What nonsense are you talking about? You gambled, you lost. You should be punished, and you should be grateful I didn't increase it. Go put on that dress and lie on the floor and bark like a dog! I'll make sure someone records it to post in the company group chat. I want everyone to see the spectacle of you dressed in that bodycon dress, looking like a defeated sissy!"

Brittany wanted to use William's humiliation as a warning to the rest. She was telling them that while they could lose to the country nobody, they were not allowed to surrender—she would not tolerate another defeatist.

It was then that Daniel stepped forward, "Brittany, we're all colleagues, so let's not go too far. This bet is between me and William, I'll let him off from the wager. As for the dress, I think you should

keep it for yourself, Brittany. If you would like to put it on for me to see, or if you want to lie down and bark, I have no objections."

"You country nobody! What are you talking about? What gives you the right to speak here? I'm telling you, William has to put on the dress tonight, and he's got to bark like a dog!"

Brittany felt her authority was being challenged, which made her infuriated, and she began yelling at Daniel. She needed to ensure William wore the dress; she couldn't stand the thought of her commands being questioned.

"If you're not taking my advice, Brittany, then I guess I'll have to call Jessica. If I tell her everything that's happening here, word for word, what do you think she'll do?"

"Are you a three-year-old, country nobody? Can't handle losing, so you're resorting to tattling to Jessica?"

"It's nothing like that. What I mean is, we're all colleagues, and we should work together for the development of The Matthews Organization. It's totally okay to have fun, but just don't go too far!"