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

long after, the other party

and answered again.

your wife at home? How do

impatiently, “I’m not Mr. Beast”

that, he hung up again.

other party didn’t call back, but a few minutes later, his

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

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

handed her a glass

get drunk and not pay? I tell you, my husband

She could still tell the difference between water and alcohol, but

said her 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 while later, she was crying and complaining

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

gray sports car parked outside the bar, splashing a string of water

exclaimed, “Wow, it’s a Bugatti!”

car door open, a man holding an umbrella walked out, heading straight for the bar’s

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

a high-scale gathering of

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

him with a professional

you saying? You haven’t poured me a drink

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

close.”

has a drink, why don’t

good at hiding her feelings. Seeing the Bugatti owner approaching, the bartender suddenly had an

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

messy, and she reeked of alcohol, a

and pushed

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