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 other party called again.

frowned and answered

this number. Mr. Beast, is your wife at home? How do you

“I’m not Mr. Beast”

saying that, he

but a few minutes later,

a dimly lit environment, but it was clear to see that the woman lying drunk on the bar counter

and shook

glass of water, “Here’s your

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 money?

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

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

after all, he no longer had the

the entrance, a gray sports car parked

“Wow, it’s a Bugatti!”

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

a bar, dressed in a suit and tie, looking all serious and out of place

at a high-scale gathering of celebs, not a

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

greeted him with a

her glass, “What are you saying? You haven’t poured

try to calm her down, “Miss, we’re out of alcohol, and the

close.”

has a drink, why don’t

approaching, the bartender suddenly had an idea, “We really are out of alcohol. This gentleman bought the last of

frowned and wobbled up, grabbing the man’s collar and poking his chin, “Did you buy all the drinks?”

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

and pushed

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