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

others looked at him

having finished twenty shots in one sitting, Andrius did

how good was

what you asked me to, so can I report for

must be wrong

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

of alcohol without any hesitation. When the liquor entered her mouth and traveled down her throat, it burned her and left

“Cough, cough…”

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

to go

ran to the toilet and threw up for a while before

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

more she thought about it, the angrier

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

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

“I’m not blind.”

of mischief flashed in his curved eyes.

returned to the room with a disheartened look. “How are you

punk,

Andrius laughed it