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!”

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

Frank and the others looked at him

twenty shots in one sitting, Andrius did not look drunk

was

done what you asked me to, so can I report for duty

must be wrong with

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

her

“Cough, cough…”

on the fiery sensation down her throat. She

to go

and threw up for a while before she

fix her makeup and she stared at herself begrudgingly. She never thought that there would be someone

more she thought about it,

to the room, her terrible condition and sour mood drove her to bump

man scoffed as he watched Angel run back to

“I’m not blind.”

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

with a disheartened look. “How are you

sly little punk,

Andrius laughed