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

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

“I’m not Mr.

saying that, he hung up

but a few minutes

was taken in a dimly lit environment, but it 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

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

handed her a glass of water, “Here’s your

“You tricked me with water? Are you 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? Pour me another!”

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

moment she 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

very envious, after all, he no longer had the

entrance, a gray sports car

exclaimed, “Wow, it’s a Bugatti!”

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

bar, dressed in a suit

at a high-scale gathering of celebs, not a small pub like

he

with

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

her down, “Miss, we’re out of alcohol, and the bar is about to

close.”

a drink,

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

collar and poking his chin,

disheveled, her hair messy, and she reeked of alcohol, a far cry from her usual self.

pushed

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