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

the other party called again.

frowned and answered again.

your wife at home? How

impatiently, “I’m not

he hung up again.

didn’t call back, but a few minutes later, his phone received a

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

eyes and shook her empty glass, stammering, “Who had my drink?”

her a glass of water, “Here’s

drunk and not pay? I tell you, my husband is very rich! He can buy all the bars for me,

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

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 about having to divorce and not

envious, after all, he no longer had the energy to dream

came from the entrance, a gray sports car parked

nearby exclaimed, “Wow, it’s a Bugatti!”

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

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

seemed like he’d fit in better at a high-scale gathering of celebs, not a small pub like this.

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

with a

glass, “What are you saying? You haven’t poured me a drink yet! Hurry up!”

her down, “Miss, we’re out

close.”

else has a drink, why

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

the man’s collar and poking his chin, “Did you buy all

clothes disheveled, her hair messy, and she reeked of alcohol,

pushed

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