Chapter 363: Chapter 363

Lucy Zane held up a bottle of wine, intending to thrust it in Eleanor Sterling’s face, but it was unexpectedly taken away by a long, fair hand.

She turned her head in dissatisfaction, just about to scold.

Unexpectedly, she was struck speechless by Alaric Faulkner.

This... this man is so handsome!

Alaric Faulkner was dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, the bespoke handmade shirt accentuating his noble and refined demeanor, exuding an aura of elegance and grace.

His breathtaking face immediately made people feel enraptured.

But his expression was terrifyingly cold, and his eyes, as though imbued with icy chill, instilled fear in Lucy Zane’s very bones.

"Who... who are you?" Lucy Zane stammered, her gaze carrying a hint of infatuation.

Faye Sterling did not expect Alaric Faulkner to suddenly appear here, her face full of shock.

Originally, the few women beside her were only enamored by Alaric Faulkner’s face, but now hearing Faye Sterling call out his name.

Instantaneously, they became aware of his identity.

He is actually Alaric Faulkner, the most likely future head of the Faulkner Family!

Their eyes on him became even more ravenous, as if they wanted to devour him.

Such a noble, handsome, and infinitely promising man was enough to make any woman’s heart flutter.

"Oh my God, it’s really Alaric Faulkner!"

"What luck to encounter such an excellent man."

"Let’s go chat him up in a bit."

"Maybe he’ll take a liking to us."

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A few women whispered excitedly, their faces full of eagerness.

Faye Sterling could no longer resist stepping forward, shyly asking, "Alaric, what brings you here? Did you know I was here, so you came to find me?"

Alaric Faulkner gave Faye Sterling a glance, his expression indifferent, as if looking at a stranger.

Confronted with Alaric Faulkner’s gaze, Faye Sterling felt deeply hurt.

Alaric Faulkner, with an aura of immense pressure in his gaze, looked at a few men and said coldly, "Who just forced her to drink?"

The men had long been intimidated by Alaric Faulkner’s presence, breaking out in cold sweat, their faces pale, and no one dared to speak up.

At this moment, the manager of Nightfall Bar hurried over upon hearing the news.

"Mr. Faulkner, what happened?"

Nightfall is a bar invested in by Jasper Faulkner, and the manager knew that Alaric Faulkner was his boss’s brother, so he certainly had to serve him well, just as if he were his own boss.

Since hearing Faye Sterling call out earlier, the men already knew Alaric Faulkner’s identity.

Now seeing his grim face, they knew they were in trouble with a big shot.

The leader immediately stepped forward, with a fawning expression, "President Faulkner, we were wrong just now, please be generous and forgive us."

A chilling aura filled Alaric Faulkner’s brow as he handed over the bottle in his hand.

The man wouldn’t dare refuse, immediately grabbing it and gulping it down.

In just five short minutes, he had already poured the entire bottle down his throat.

He let out a big belch and laughed, "President Faulkner, I’ve finished it."

"Bring all the wine from the storage and let them drink to their fill," Alaric Faulkner said flatly.

The men’s faces turned instantly pale.

Finishing a whole storage’s worth of wine? They’d drink themselves to death!

Knowing they had provoked someone they shouldn’t have, they immediately begged for mercy.

"President Faulkner, we were wrong, please let us go."

"Yes, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have forced that woman to drink."

"I’ll punish myself by slapping!"

Before Alaric Faulkner could speak, he started slapping his own face, making a loud cracking sound.