She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 660: Revenge

A few minutes later, several waiters brought more good wine, and Asher Ross glanced at them, directly picked up a bottle, and muttered to himself, "Louis XIII, good wine."

Asher Ross opened it directly and handed it to Hope Williams, "Drink."

Hope Williams frowned, "What exactly do you want?"

"Who made you embarrass me in front of everyone at the casino back then? Now it’s my turn to toy with you, drink up."

Hope Williams was pregnant, and there was no way she could drink.

Especially not a strong liquor like Louis XIII.

Hope Williams didn’t take it, "I won’t."

"Won’t?"

Asher Ross laughed loudly, "I don’t care whether you will or won’t, Hope Williams. Now that you’re in my hands, if I say drink, you must drink. If I say do something, you must do it, or I’ll kill you right now!"

Hope Williams coldly stared at Asher Ross.

Asher Ross fixed his gaze on Hope Williams, raising his eyebrows, his eyes full of smugness, "Drink it all."

Hope Williams lowered her gaze lightly, swept over the bottle, and raised her hand to take it.

The several rich heirs sitting around also became interested, maliciously whistling and stirring up the atmosphere.

Everyone watched Hope Williams with eyes expecting a good show.

degrees, 1500 milliliters of Louis XIII, if she finishes it all, she indeed won’t walk out the door today.

Hope Williams lightly lowered her gaze to the wine in her hand, nodded slightly, and said, "Louis XIII is indeed good wine, but... what a waste."

Sitting on the sofa, Asher Ross’s smile faltered, "What a waste of what?"

Hope Williams loosened her hand and tossed the bottle into the trash can.

Asher Ross’s face changed instantly.

Seeing this, Asher Ross’s subordinate glared angrily at Hope Williams, "You arrogant woman, don’t you know what’s good for you? This is wine Master Ross graciously offered; you dare not drink it, seeking death."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and moved to lay hands on Hope Williams.

Asher Ross raised his hand and waved, licking his lips, a mocking coldness in his eyes.

"Good! Good! Very good! Hope Williams, you’ve got guts. Refusing wine, then you’ll drink punishment wine. Let’s play something else."

With that, Asher Ross raised his hand and pointed at his two subordinates, "You and you, she’s yours to play with now."

Hope Williams’s face changed slightly.

Asher Ross curled his fingers to rub his chin, his gaze teasingly landed on Hope Williams, leisurely enjoying the torture.

He appreciated Hope Williams’s facial expression, but regrettably, he didn’t see the fear on her face.

This made Asher Ross feel very frustrated.

She was just an ant in his palm to be manipulated, why wasn’t she afraid?

"You’ll regret this, Asher Ross."

"Regret?" Asher Ross seemed to hear a huge joke, pointing at his own head, "Did you drown so much that there’s a problem here? Regret? If I don’t kill you tonight, then I’ll regret it. I really don’t know what you’re holding onto; without the identity of the Lewis Family’s Young Madam, no one will protect you. As a woman, aren’t you just meant to be bullied? Who would care about you? Are you still expecting someone to save you?"

Asher Ross laughed wildly, the laughter full of mockery towards Hope Williams.

"Everyone get over here, just right here, you both come at once." Asher Ross waved grandly, holding his wine glass, and drained it in one gulp.

Hope Williams’s eyebrows suddenly twitched.

"Both at once? Master Ross plays wild!" someone next to him laughed, his voice full of excitement.

"Of course, how else to satisfy her!" Asher Ross suddenly raised his hand again, "Oh, wait."

He pulled out his phone, opened the video recorder, placed it on the table, aiming the lens at Hope Williams.

"Let’s record a video and anonymously send it to Waylon Lewis and Liam Cloud, how about that? I believe their expressions will be spectacular, hahahaha."

Hope Williams’s hand, placed in her coat pocket, tightened around a small knife, burying all fear deep in her eyes, flashes of ruthlessness appearing.

...

The waiter who just collected Hope Williams’s necklace hesitated several times before going to find the manager.

The waiter’s rank wasn’t sufficient to contact the boss, so she could only find the manager.

The manager’s eyes lit up when she saw the necklace in the waiter’s hand; she didn’t listen to a word the waiter said.

"Let me see the necklace in your hand."

The manager snatched the necklace, taking a careful look, her eyes showing greedy light.

The craftsmanship of this necklace already doesn’t look like anything ordinary; these few white diamonds appear quite valuable.

Jackpot.

"Manager? Could you please help contact the boss? That young lady seems to really need help." The waiter rushed to say.

The manager coughed twice, suppressing the grin that nearly split her ears, "Contact? The boss has so much to deal with every day, won’t care about small matters like this; plus, those who can go to the VIP box are figures with faces, that woman is most likely just a plaything, because she offended those heirs. Do you not want to work anymore? Don’t meddle, lest you bring trouble on yourself."

"But..."

"Get out now, do you not want to work anymore?"

The waiter’s eyes involuntarily settled on the necklace in the manager’s hand, "And the necklace..."

"This necklace is fake, just something worth dozens on shopping sites; those people only trick girls like you who just entered society. Who would send a real necklace as repayment for passing a message, silly girl, hurry and go work."

With that, the manager pretended to throw the necklace into the trash can and hurriedly chased the waiter out.

The waiter walked out, looking back every three steps.

Once no one was around, the manager immediately fished the necklace from the trash, wiped it clean, and couldn’t resist wearing it on her neck.

She searched online, surprisingly finding it as a unique piece worth millions.

The manager was nearly overwhelmed with excitement.

...

Faced with two men approaching eagerly ready to attack, Hope Williams tightly gripped the knife in her hand.

The music mixed with bursts of excited instigation seemed to pierce her eardrums, especially ear-piercing.

"Come on."

Two ugly faces with excited leers drew closer, and as one of them lunged at her, intending to pin her on the sofa, Hope Williams clenched her teeth, her body suddenly tilted back, her back pressed against the sofa, her hand curling, in the dim light, the man had no idea Hope Williams had a knife.

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