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!”

the last one to the final drop, he slammed

and the others looked at him

having finished twenty shots in one sitting, Andrius did not look drunk in

good was he at

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

wrong with

of liquor that she had poured from and took a swig from

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

“Cough, cough…”

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

to go

the toilet and threw up for

she stared at herself begrudgingly. She never thought that there would be someone

thought about it, the angrier she

room, her terrible condition and sour mood drove her to bump into another man. She

the young man scoffed as he watched Angel run back to the room. “Lothar, that’s a

“I’m not blind.”

lips. A dash of mischief flashed in his curved eyes. “Mark her room number

to the room with a disheartened look. “How are you still standing after downing so many glasses?

little punk, how dare you cheat in the

Andrius laughed