My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

The sounds from outside the window were no help to him. What he wanted to hear wasn’t that

“Knock, knock-

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Liam said thoughtfully. “Come in”

The maid entered with a cup of tea.

“Sir, the black tea is ready”

Liam took off his glasses, rubbed the comers of his eyes, and said tiredly. “Thank you, put it there”

The maid put down the tea and left

Liam took a sip and frowned. It didn’t taste the same as before, a bit sour and nauseating

He didn’t drink any more, and just as he was about to pick up his book, his phone rang

He glanced at it, saw it was a strange number, and didn’t answer

The call rang for a while, and then the other party called again. He finally pressed the answer key

“Hello, Mr. Beast Your wife got drunk at our bar. Can you come and pick her up?”

“You got the wrong number”

Liam said indifferently and hung up

after, the

frowned and

Beast, is your wife at home? How

impatiently, “I’m not Mr. Beast”

he

back, but a few minutes later,

the woman lying drunk on the bar

squinted her eyes and shook her empty glass, stammering, “Who had my

bartender handed her a glass of water, “Here’s your drink.”

second cursed, “You tricked me with water? Are you afraid I get drunk and not pay? I tell you, my husband is very rich! He can buy all the bars for me, do you think he cares about this little drink

bartender had never seen such a drunk woman. She could still tell the difference between water and alcohol,

with enough cars to fill an underground garage, who traveled in a Rolls-Royce and took a private jet on trips. Then a while later, she was crying and complaining about having to divorce and not being able to enjoy those things anymore, asking how to get more

very envious, after all, he no longer had the energy

came from the entrance, a gray sports car parked outside the bar, splashing a string of

exclaimed, “Wow, it’s a Bugatti!”

the next second saw the car door open, a man holding an umbrella walked

dressed in a suit and tie, looking all serious and out

fit in better at a high-scale gathering of celebs, not a

were thinking, right? Maybe he just

greeted him with a

tapped her glass, “What are you saying? You

drunk girl and could only try to calm her down, “Miss, we’re out of alcohol, and the bar

close.”

lying! Everyone else has a drink,

approaching, the bartender suddenly had an idea,

up, grabbing the man’s collar and poking his chin, “Did you

her hair messy, and she reeked of alcohol, a far cry from her usual

and pushed her hand away.

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