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!”

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

was

“I’ve done what you asked me

must be wrong with

bottle of liquor that she had poured from and took

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

“Cough, cough…”

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

to go

threw up for a while before she

into the mirror to fix her makeup and she stared at herself begrudgingly. She never thought that there would be someone who could finish twenty shots in one sitting

she thought about

her to bump into another man. She apologized and quickly ran

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

“I’m not blind.”

as Lothar licked his dry lips. A dash of mischief flashed in his curved eyes.

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

“You sly little punk, how dare you

Andrius laughed it