Bab 56: How She Died

The celebration didn't last long.

No one told Dahlia that drinking that amount of alcohol would result in her bladder nearly combusting. In one word, her stomach didn't burst rather her bladder almost did.

"Where are you going?" Desmond held onto her arm as soon as she tried to run out of the pub.

Dahlia shifted uneasily on her feet while trying to release her arm from his strong grip. She was close to peeing in her pants and that would be embarrassing as hell.

"I need to relieve myself!" Dahlia almost screamed in his face. She was in a hurry and pressed her thighs together to brace herself. How she had been able to endure the urge to pee during the competition, she had no idea.

It was as if her body understood that she needed to win the competition and didn't bother her. However, the instant she won, it decided to release the bracket that had been holding it together all this while.