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

and

left this number. Mr. Beast, is your wife at home? How do you know if the call

impatiently, “I’m not Mr. Beast”

that, he hung up again.

time the other party didn’t call back, but a few minutes later, his phone received

was clear to see that the woman lying drunk on the bar counter was Celeste Liam’s eyes darkened, and he immediately called back, “Where is it?”

drink? Celeste squinted her eyes and shook her empty

handed her a glass of water, “Here’s

pay? I tell you, my husband is very rich! He can buy all the bars for

had never seen such a drunk woman. She could still tell the

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

no longer had the energy to dream like

the entrance, a gray sports car parked outside the

nearby exclaimed, “Wow, it’s

door open, a man holding an umbrella

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

better at a high-scale gathering of

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

greeted him with a

annoyed, tapped her glass, “What are you saying? You haven’t poured me a drink yet!

only try to calm her down, “Miss, we’re out

close.”

a drink, why

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

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

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

and pushed her

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