Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 616

Their silence was damning, a sign of their complicity.

They had seen this kind of thing happen so often that they had grown desensitized, numb to the cruelty unfolding before them.

“Who are you asking to pour you a drink?” a cold voice suddenly cut through the tense air.

Heads turned toward the door, where a tall, slender figure stepped into the room.

His appearance commanded immediate attention.

The man was strikingly handsome, with a refined face adorned by golden glasses that lent him a sophisticated air.

But his eyes, sharp and frigid, carried a chilling intensity that seemed to drop the temperature in the room by several degrees.

“Mr.

Johns?” the middle-aged man uttered in shock at the sight of Dane.

He quickly shifted his demeanor, stumbling over his words as he said, “Mr.

Johns, what brings you here unexpectedly? If I’d known you were coming, I would’ve prepared properly!”

Ignoring the pleasantries, Dane stepped forward, his presence commanding.

“Let me ask you again-who are you asking to pour you a drink?”

The middle-aged man blinked, stunned by the fury in Dane’s eyes.

Why was he so angry? He hesitated for a moment but answered instinctively, “Susan…”

“Then pour it for him,” Dane commanded, his gaze shifting to Susan.

Susan’s heart sank.

She had never expected Dane to appear here, and when she saw him, she wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

Her face burned with embarrassment.

Now, his order for her to pour the drink struck her like a blow.

Had Dane come here just to humiliate her?

Without a flicker of emotion on her face, Susan rose slowly to her feet and poured the drink for the middle-aged man.

Dane watched her with a steely gaze, then suddenly snorted in displeasure.

“Who told you to pour like that?”

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Without warning, he snatched the bottle from Susan’s hand and forcefully jammed its top into the middle-aged man’s mouth.

Dane’s gaze was unrelenting, his sharp, cold eyes locking onto the man with a chilling intensity.

“You like to drink, don’t you? Then drink it all!” he commanded, his voice icy.

The bottle was full of strong liquor, and the middle-aged man’s eyes widened in terror.

His face twisted in panic, but under Dane’s icy stare, he had no choice.

His throat burned as the alcohol flooded down his throat.

The heat from the liquor felt like it was scorching his insides.

The moment Dane released his grip, the man staggered backward, coughing violently before he doubled over, vomiting onto the floor.

His body convulsed as he tried to regain his breath.

Yet before he could recover, Dane snapped his fingers crisply.

“Bring another case,” he ordered.

His assistant, without hesitation, hurried to fetch it, leaving the room in a tense, suffocating silence.

No one dared to speak.

The onlookers averted their eyes, fearful of becoming targets of Dane’s wrath.

Susan stood off to the side, feeling disconnected from everything around her.

The scene played out like a grotesque deja vu.

This wasn’t the first time she had witnessed such cold indifference from businessmen like these.

Moments later, the assistant returned with a full case of Liquor.

The middle-aged man looked at it with dread, his body already trembling.

His face turned ashen; if he drank this much, he was certain he would die.

“Mr.

Johns!” The man collapsed to his knees in front of Dane, his voice shaking with desperation.

“I-I don’t know how I’ve offended you.

Please, tell me what I did wrong!”

“Offended me?” Dane’s voice dripped with mockery.

“ALL I’m asking you to do is drink.

Why would you think you’ve offended me?” The elegance in his demeanor only made him seem more like a devil in disguise.

He looked perfectly composed, yet his presence was terrifying.

“Feed him,” Dane ordered, his tone as smooth as ever.