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!”

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

others looked at him in

sitting, Andrius did not

good was he at

you asked me to, so

must be wrong with

to believe what just happened. She grabbed the bottle of

liquor entered her mouth and traveled down her

“Cough, cough…”

throat. She threw up everything before she could even swallow it

to go to the

the toilet and threw up for a

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

thought about it,

terrible condition and sour mood drove her to bump into another man. She apologized and quickly ran back to

as he watched Angel run back to the room. “Lothar, that’s a fine woman

“I’m not blind.”

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

to the room with a disheartened look. “How are you still standing after

little punk, how dare you cheat in the welcome

laughed