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

not long after, the other party called

and

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

impatiently, “I’m not Mr. Beast”

saying that, he hung up

time the other party didn’t call back, but a

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

and shook her empty glass, stammering, “Who

a glass

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! He can buy all the bars for me, do you think he cares about this little

still tell the difference

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 those things

he no longer had the

commotion came from the entrance, a gray sports car parked outside the

exclaimed, “Wow, it’s a

car door open, a man holding

suit and

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

he just wanted to experience the

with a professional smile,

are you saying? You haven’t poured me

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

close.”

lying! Everyone else has 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

and wobbled up, grabbing the man’s collar and poking his chin, “Did you buy all the drinks?”

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

pushed

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