Slumdog Billionaire Husband
Chapter 161

Chapter 161 The Competition

A sickbed showed itself from the ICU of Sacramento General Hospital, on which was Henley.

Corbin was accompanying Henley, who looked grieved and desperate.

Beside Corbin was Henley's mother. She was a middle-aged woman whose eyes had been red and swollen for

cry.

They followed Henley's sickbed until it reached the ward.

After days of treatment, Henley finally came out of the ICU and could be transferred to an ordinary ward.

After a while, when they were settled down, Henley opened his eyes and saw Corbin and the middle-aged woman. He looked at them and asked weakly, "Mom, Dad... What happened?"

Corbin sighed and then answered, "Henley, our family is finished!"

"What?" Henley, who had just recovered from the fatal injury, felt like being hit again.

"The other party is not willing to support us anymore. We lose the source of capital, and the banks keep urging us to pay the debts, and so do many shareholders," said Corbin with a tired expression, "We may go bankrupt within a month under such a situation."

"How is it possible? How is it possible?" Henley felt his brain was going to explode.

Henley was the top among those from wealthy families. However, by that moment, he was just awake from a great injury and was told his family was going to be bankrupt.

He had just woken up from the great injury and didn't make the time to check about his car accident, not to

say revenge on the one who caused the car accident.

Bankruptcy meant that he would become a poor man, and the people he had offended would take revenge on

him crazily.

And he would never get Doreen.

Henley was going to break under the burden of all those thoughts.

"Dad, you must be kidding me!" said Henley, who quickly shook his head.

"I managed to convert some assets into cash. You and your mother should go abroad in the next two days, although your injury has not fully recovered yet..." Corbin said, and his face was covered by endless

exhaustion.

Henley lay on the bed, and his mind was in a mess!

At the same time, a very remote greasy restaurant in Sacramento enjoyed a different atmosphere. It was noisy and lively with many guests there.

A middle-aged man with gloves and a windbreaker was sitting in the middle of the restaurant. A few plates of

dishes were placed in front of him, but he didn't have anything.

There was a deep scar on his face, and he looked threatening.

He held a pocket watch in his hand. After a while, a man and two women walked over and sat down in front

of him.

"Quite on time!" said the man as he put the pocket watch away, "I thought you have lived in this city for too long and forgotten who you are!"

There was a hint of nervousness on the faces of the three people and they did not dare to say anything!

The middle-aged man looked at the three people and said calmly, "I have received news that Ingrid will leave Sacramento tomorrow morning. If she returns to Washington, it will be difficult for us to get her. As a result, you must make a move tonight."

"But... the Maddox family brings many men who are very good at martial arts with them. And there are many Watchmen in Sacramento," said the man, frowning.

"It's your business," said the middle-aged man indifferently, "In addition, Watchman No. 0, who is no longer a Watchman, is also in Sacramento. I met him last night."

"Did you fight with him?" asked a woman.

"No!" said the middle-aged man embarrassedly, "He went to kill Sean Dempsey yesterday. When I heard Sean Dempsey, I couldn't help but run away!"

Three people were speechless.

"Then did you see what he looked like?" Another person asked.

"I didn't dare to look!" said the middle-aged man as he let out a breath, "You must make sure you are safe

before you make the move. But I don't think he would do anything. The former Watchman No. 2 was injured by me. He should be taking care of her!"

"What about you?" asked the man.

"I will leave first for something. If you get Ingrid, take her to Washington overnight. I will give you the address later!" said the middle-aged man.

Kidnapping Ingrid should have been his task, but... after he knew about Gerald, the middle-aged man decided

to run away first.

Gerald did not know what was happening. Because at the same time, he looked at the man in front of him in shock and said, "The agreed time is seven. I am not late."

*Then you are the last to arrive," said a handsome man with a smile, "So many ladies have arrived before you. Don't you express your apologies? Moreover... Many people are watching my live stream!" "Riley, don't make trouble," said Ingrid, frowning.

Gerald frowned. When he sat down, he saw the phone beside the table held by a selfie stick. He thought that Ingrid and the others wanted to record their last meal together. He did not expect that Riley was making a live

stream.

Gerald guessed Riley was a professional outdoor live streamer with considerable followers. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people coming to take photos with him.

Gerald did not like to be exposed in the eyes of too many people. Fortunately, the camera was focusing on Riley instead of Gerald.

When Riley heard that Ingrid spoke for Gerald, he was even more unhappy. He opened three bottles, put them

on the table, and said, "Bro, be a man! Drink them! There are so many people watching!"

As Riley said, his expression changed slightly and encouraged, "Well, I will drink with you. How about it?"

Ingrid hurriedly whispered, "Don't drink with Riley. Although thin, Riley is a food broadcaster. He's an expert on eating and drinking!"

Gerald raised his eyebrows and thought, an expert on drinking?

"As one of the two men at this table, I promise that I will drink with you. Will you drink or not?" sneered Riley

as he looked at Gerald.

"Fine," said Gerald with a smile.

Both Ingrid and Daphne were stunned. Ingrid said in a low voice, "Didn't you hear what I told you? Riley is really good at drinking. Moreover, he just wanted to make the show effective. He wanted to see you make a

fool of yourself after getting drunk..."

Seeing Ingrid whisper to Gerald, Riley's eyes became even colder. He seemed to be afraid that Gerald would

eat his words and put the three bottles in front of Gerald!

Looking at Riley's eyes, Gerald sighed in his heart.

Gerald could tell that Riley was interested in Ingrid, so Riley got unhappy when Ingrid asked him to sit beside

her. And when Ingrid kept talking with Gerald, Riley became angrier and angrier.

Therefore, Riley wanted to make Gerald drunk and see how Gerald acted.

How stingy. Gerald touched his nose and thought.

"Bro, I will drink up first. Take your time!" speaking, Riley drank a bottle.

Ingrid and Daphne were just about to stop Riley when they saw Gerald also pick up the bottle. They became impotent.

Gerald finished his three bottles of beer soon and burped. Both Ingrid and Daphne were surprised. They had never seen Gerald drink before and had not expected that Gerald's alcohol tolerance was not bad.

"Nice, bro!" said Riley with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be so good at drinking! You and I must enjoy our

drunk night!"

Gerald smiled and said, "Sure!"

Then, the two of them launched a fight with alcohol as their weapon. Riley kept using all kinds of reasons to

ask Gerald to drink. They drank all kinds of alcohol, from beer to Depth Bomb!

Gerald never rejected Riley's request and kept drinking.

When it came to drinking, Gerald was not afraid of anyone.

In the beginning, Ingrid and others were trying to stop them, but at last, they were shocked.

Especially Ingrid and Daphne. They never expected that Gerald could keep drinking even without going to the

toilet, and Gerald looked as if he was fine.

As Riley and Gerald fought with alcohol, the audience watching the live stream increased dramatically.

Two hours later, Gerald was still sitting there as if he had not kept drinking for about two hours, and Riley could not speak fluently.

"Boy..." said Riley, holding another bottle, "I didn't expect I... I... underestimated you. You... are the expert on drinking. But I will make you... you... drunk anyway. I will let you... see what kind of person you really are..."

As he drank, Riley's consciousness and his balance were all betraying him.

Gerald frowned and said to Riley, "You'd better stop. You're drunk!"

"Drunk? You can make me drunk?" said Riley as he staggered to his feet, "You brat... must be a poor... poor

man. Couldn't believe In... Ingrid... invited you. Are you qualified to... sit with her... together? Ingrid, I love

you... to be my... girlfriend!"

Gerald almost laughed out loud.

Ingrid was embarrassed, and she glanced at Gerald with hatred.

At that moment, Riley looked around and said, "Well, I want to go to the toilet. Where is the toilet..."

Then he looked at Ingrid and said, "Ingrid... After I go to the toilet, I will... show my heart to you officially. Today... I will take you to the hotel!"

"Riley, you are drunk. Go home now. Stop his live stream," said Ingrid.

Someone went to get Riley's phone, and the barrage had covered the screen.

Riley was completely drunk. He looked around and got his target, the window. Their table was near the window. He walked to the window and said, "I'm going to pee. You guys go away!"

Riley's movement attracted the attention of all the other guests.

"That's not the toilet!" shouted Ingrid hurriedly.

However, Riley ignored her. He seemed to be not able to hold his urine anymore and began to pee. As Riley

peed, he said with enjoyment, "Comfortable!"