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!”

Andrius finished all twenty shots on the table. As he drained the last one to the final drop, he slammed it on the table

and the others

twenty shots in one sitting, Andrius did not look drunk in the

was he

group, Andrius said, “I’ve done what you asked me to, so

be wrong

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

liquor entered her mouth and traveled down her throat, it burned her and

“Cough, cough…”

sensation down her throat. She threw

to go to the

to the toilet and threw up for a while before

at herself begrudgingly. She never thought that there would be someone who could

she thought about it, the

and sour mood drove her to bump into another man. She apologized

as he watched Angel run

“I’m not blind.”

Lothar licked his dry lips. A dash of mischief flashed in his curved eyes. “Mark her room number and call

disheartened look. “How are you still standing after downing so many glasses?

“You sly little punk, how dare

Andrius laughed