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 called again.

frowned and answered again.

I didn’t dial the wrong number. She left this number. Mr. Beast, is your wife at home? How do you know if the call

replied impatiently, “I’m not Mr. Beast”

saying that, he hung up

call back, but a few minutes

see that the woman lying drunk on the

eyes and shook her empty glass, stammering, “Who

her a glass

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

tell the difference between water and alcohol, but she

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 those things anymore, asking

no longer had the energy to

car

exclaimed, “Wow, it’s a Bugatti!”

saw the car door open, a

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

at a high-scale gathering of

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

him with a professional smile, “Welcome…”

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

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

close.”

has a drink, why don’t

at hiding her feelings. Seeing the Bugatti owner approaching, the bartender suddenly had an idea,

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

cheeks were flushed, her clothes disheveled, her hair messy, and she

pushed her hand away.

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