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

long after, the

and answered again.

wrong number. She left this number. Mr. Beast, is your wife at home?

“I’m not Mr. Beast”

he hung up again.

a few minutes later, his phone received a

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

her eyes and shook her

bartender handed her a glass of water,

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!

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

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

envious, after all, he no

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

“Wow, it’s

door open, a man

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

a high-scale gathering

who knew what rich folks were thinking, right? Maybe he just

greeted him with a professional smile, “Welcome…”

are you saying? You haven’t poured me a drink yet!

to calm her down, “Miss,

close.”

else has a drink,

was obviously not good at hiding her feelings. Seeing the Bugatti owner approaching, the bartender suddenly had an idea, “We really are out of alcohol. This gentleman bought the last of it. Maybe you can come

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

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

frowned and pushed

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