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

not long after, the other

frowned and

Beast, is your wife at home? How

“I’m not Mr. Beast”

he

party didn’t call back, but a few minutes later, his phone received a photo.

woman lying drunk on the bar counter was Celeste Liam’s eyes darkened, and he immediately called

my drink? Celeste squinted her eyes and shook her empty glass, stammering, “Who had my drink?”

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

I get drunk and not pay? I tell you, my husband is very rich! He can

She could still tell the difference between water and alcohol, but she kept babbling about where

was a tycoon 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 money

was very envious, after all, he no longer had

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

nearby exclaimed, “Wow,

the car door open, a man holding an umbrella walked

walked into a bar, dressed in a suit and

high-scale gathering of celebs, not a small pub like this.

folks were thinking, right? Maybe he just wanted to experience the vibe of a

bartender greeted him with a professional smile, “Welcome…”

“What are you saying? You haven’t poured me a drink

her down, “Miss, we’re

close.”

lying! Everyone else has a

suddenly had an idea, “We really are

collar and poking his chin, “Did you buy all the drinks?”

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

frowned and pushed her

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