The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 40

Andrius picked up the glass and finished the liquor in one go.

Fatty Frank and the others urged him. “Not bad, but there are nineteen more. Take your time.”

People who were good at drinking were usually of age. Andrius was only in his 30s, so it was impossible for him to drink twenty glasses of strong liquor in one go.

“Open your eyes and take a good look.”

Andrius then took another glass and drained it within three short seconds.

The liquor had an extremely high alcohol percentage. However, he looked fine after drinking two shots consecutively.

Under Fatty Frank and the trust fund babies’ excited gazes, he

reached out for the third glass.

Andrius did not even pause when he drank the fourth. It happened so smoothly and naturally as if he was drinking water.

“Four!”

“Five!”

“Six!”

“Nineteen!”

“Twenty!”

one to the final

Frank and the others looked at him in

in one sitting, Andrius did not look drunk in

good was he at

you asked me

be wrong

to believe what just happened. She grabbed the bottle of liquor that she had poured from and took a swig from

hesitation. When the liquor entered her

“Cough, cough…”

choked on the fiery sensation down her throat. She threw up everything before she could even swallow

to go to the

toilet and threw up for

into the mirror to fix her makeup and she stared at herself begrudgingly. She never thought that there

thought about it, the angrier she

drove her to bump into another man.

Angel run back to the room. “Lothar, that’s a

“I’m not blind.”

dry lips. A dash of mischief flashed in his

are you still standing after downing so many glasses? You must

Frank echoed. “You sly little punk, how dare you cheat

laughed