?Chapter 1291:


    “Hey, Belinda, let’s do another round!” The woman shed a warm smile at Belinda.


    Belinda nced up at her.


    The woman was Gillian Yates, someone who had always been tight with Catherine at school.


    Tonight, though, Gillian had already tossed back several drinks with Belinda.


    For reasons she couldn’t quite pin down, Belinda sensed that Gillian was intentionally pushing her to drink too much.


    It felt like she was almost desperate to see her lose control and getpletely wasted.


    Belinda waved her hand. “No way, I’m done! I’m at my limit. One more, and I’ll get drunk.”


    “Gillian, Belinda’s not a big drinker. She’s had enough already,” Catherine said, her forehead creasing with concern.


    Gillian brushed it off with augh. “Oh,e on, a little buzz won’t hurt! If it getste, I’ll make sure Belinda gets home safely.”


    Turning back to Belinda, she grinned. “Honestly, Belinda, I just vibe with you so much. You feel like a sister to me! That’s why I’m so excited to keep drinking with you.”


    She then added with a yful pout, “Humor me with a couple more drinks, please?”


    Belinda hesitated, her expression torn.


    Gillian’s enthusiasm, paired with her being one of Catherine’s closest friends, made it tough for her to refuse outright.


    With a reluctant sigh, she gave in. “Fine, fine, it’s just a few drinks. If you’re that into it, I’ll keep up until you’re happy, alright?”


    “That’s the spirit! Belinda, I absolutely adore your character! Let’s drink to that!” Gillian beamed, clinking her ss with Belinda’s and downing it in one swift motion.


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    Not wanting to be outdone, Belinda matched her, emptying her ss, too.


    One drink turned into two, then three, four…


    By the fifth, Belinda knew something was wrong.


    Her head felt increasingly dizzy, and her vision blurred.


    She waved her hands frantically. “No, no, I’m done. I can’t drink anymore. If I do, I’ll pass out. I…”


    Before she could finish speaking, her body gave out, and she slumped onto the table, unconscious.


    “Belinda? Belinda!” Catherine leaned over, gently shaking her, worry etched across her face.


    While Catherine’s attention was on Belinda, a faint smirk flickered across Gillian’s lips.


    A momentter, she softened her tone as she said to Catherine, “Don’t worry, Catherine. She’s just had too much. I’ll make sure you both get home safelyter.”


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