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 drop, he

the others looked at

twenty shots in one sitting,

was

“I’ve done what you asked me to,

must be wrong

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

downed the mouthful of alcohol without any hesitation. When the liquor entered her mouth

“Cough, cough…”

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

to go to the

and threw up for a while before she

at herself begrudgingly. She never

she thought about it, the angrier she

and sour mood drove her to bump into another man.

Angel run back to the room.

“I’m not blind.”

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

you still standing after downing so many glasses? You must

little punk, how dare you

laughed