His Wife Calls The S Chapter 480: I’m coming!

Chapter 480: Chapter 480: I’m coming!

Chapter 480: I’m Coming!

As she spoke, she let out another loud burp.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Charles Carrington furrowed his eyebrows.

He had never seen such a straightforward girl.

The host was also holding back laughter: "Don’t worry, young lady. Our drinks have been tested for safety, and there are no problems. If you can’t handle it, you can drop out at any ti. Health is the most important thing."

Seeing that her words didn’t get through, Layla Lowell directly picked up the glass of wine and walked towards the host, handing it to him: "If you don’t believe , take a sip and taste it!"

The host smiled: "Young lady, I have to work, and I can’t drink. Since you’ve admitted defeat, please step down now."

Ignoring him, Layla went to the edge of the stage and handed the glass to soone in the audience.

"You taste it!"

The man had also participated in the competition. He was about to say he wouldn’t drink anymore when he suddenly slled sothing off. He took a sip and was imdiately shocked!

"This...this...this...Ladies and gentlen, this is different! This glass of wine is almost the sa as water!"

The host was stunned.

The staff at the back: "Sigh..."

Charles Carrington covered his face, not wanting to speak.

Chloe Collins propped up her chin, her lazy gaze flicked upward, and she saw soone’s figure in the corner of her eye, giving her a faint smile.

She looked away and took a small sip of red wine, just a little different from the taste.

Downstairs, several n in the front row tasted the wine, raising doubts at the sa ti.

"This wine has been watered down!"

"It’s not fair! This is not on the sa level as the one we just drank!"

"The last one burned our throats in just one sip. This one, even after a full pound, only leaves us full and has no other feeling!"

Host and others quickly discussed a solution.

Finally, they reached a conclusion.

"Apologies, apologies, a staff mber made an error and picked up the wrong wine. We will bring a new one now."

This ti, everyone watched as the staff drew out four big mugs of wine from the "Christmas tree" wine vat and handed them to Layla Lowell.

This ti, as soon as she approached, she slled the strong aroma of alcohol.

Charles Carrington watched from above, his eyebrows knitted in worry.

Touching her already bloated belly, Layla suddenly felt a bit overwheld.

That careless staff mber really screwed her over...

Not having ti to think, she picked up the drink and chugged it!

After the first sip, she frowned.

It burned her throat, so badly!

Her stomach was very, very full; she barely finished a third of the drink when she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore.

Encouraged by everyone’s cheering, she didn’t give up and took another sip after a short break.

In the end, the bell rang.

She had just finished the large glass.

The host regretfully pronounced: "I’m sorry, young lady, but you’ve exceeded the ti limit by three minutes and fifty-six seconds. The challenge has failed."

Layla Lowell nodded in acceptance of her defeat and turned to walk off the stage.

Clutching her stomach, she returned to her seat but didn’t sit down.

"Chlo-Chlo, I feel like my stomach’s about to explode," she said.

Chloe handed her a glass of sour plum juice: "Drink a little."

Layla waved her hand: "I can’t drink any more. I feel like I’m about to give birth."

She stood for a while before sitting down.

Chloe saw that Layla was starting to look dizzy and asked if she wanted to rest.

Layla suddenly laughed: "I’m fine! The competition results haven’t co out yet! Oh, look, the new challenger failed!"

"Who’s next?" she mumbled.

Chloe was sure she was drunk.

Downstairs, the host holding a microphone looked up and asked everyone, "Who else wants to challenge the champion? Mr. Quincy is still our defender!"

The crowd was silent, and no one raised their hands.

The host figured it was ti to announce the results, as it had been almost two hours since the event started.

"In that case..."

"I’m coming."