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

and answered again.

Beast, is your wife at home? How do you know if the call is wrong or

impatiently, “I’m not

saying that, he hung up again.

back, but a few minutes later, his phone received a photo.

lit environment, but it was clear to see that the woman lying drunk on the bar counter was Celeste Liam’s eyes darkened, and he immediately called

eyes and shook her

a glass

laughed, took the glass and drank a big gulp, then the next 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

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

husband 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

he no longer had the

sports car parked outside the bar,

nearby exclaimed, “Wow, it’s

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

in a suit and tie, looking all serious and out

better at a high-scale gathering of

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

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

saying? You

her

close.”

lying! Everyone else has a drink, why don’t

obviously not good at hiding her feelings. Seeing the Bugatti owner approaching, the bartender suddenly had an idea, “We really are

frowned and wobbled up, grabbing the man’s collar and poking his chin,

flushed, her clothes disheveled, her hair messy, and she

frowned and pushed her hand

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