Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 449



In the deep of the night, Sebastian sped along a quiet, secluded road until he reached an obscure bar with many motorcycles parked outside. Sebastian was very distraught. He got out of the car and made a beeline for the bar, wanting to drown out his frustrations with alcohol.

Many people in the bar were dressed in biker style, with tattoos adorning their bodies. To a traditional person, they didn't look very decent. Sebastian walked, dressed in his suit, looking like a member of high society and sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd.

Everyone was staring at him. He ignored them all, and sat at the bar counter and placed his order.

The bartender watched as Sebastian downed a few glasses consecutively.

"First time here, handsome? You don't look like you're in a good mood."

Sebastian looked up and said coldly, "Just do your job and give me my drinks."

He exuded an aura of cold authority, and his words sent a chill down the bartender's spine.

The bartender had seen his share of hooligans and gangsters, many of them no stranger to gang fights. However, the aura that this man exuded was way more frightening than those hooligans.

Oftentimes, the ones who yelled the loudest were the most timid. The truly frightening ones are the ones who didn't rely on yelling to make themselves known.

and lanky man sat next

ignored him, and

the world are you here, drowning your sorrows? Your face is wounded. You were probably in a fight. After the fight, you drove all the way here

the glass, stiffened ever so slightly. He turned to glance at the man and spat coldly, "Get

"Seems like I'm right."

The man chuckled.

given your stature and figure, you have no

must be very

you can't

to get a woman? Oh, I know. That woman must be in

else, but that man hurt her, so you fought with him in a bid to stand up for

the bar counter. "Who the hell are

help

scoffed. "Is that so?