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.

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

“I’m not Mr. Beast”

saying that, he hung

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

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

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

her a glass of water, “Here’s your

get drunk and not pay? I tell

the difference between water and alcohol, but she kept babbling about where she lived

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 about having to divorce and not being

after all, he no

the entrance, a gray sports car parked outside the bar, splashing a

“Wow, it’s a Bugatti!”

the next second saw the car door open, a man holding an umbrella walked out,

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

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

what rich folks were thinking, right? Maybe he just

with a professional smile, “Welcome…”

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

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

close.”

a drink,

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

grabbing the man’s collar and poking his

clothes disheveled, her hair messy, and she

and pushed her hand away.

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