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!”

Andrius finished all twenty shots on the table. As he drained the last one to the final drop,

Frank and the others looked at him

shots in one sitting, Andrius did not look drunk in

how good was he

what you asked me to, so

wrong

grabbed the bottle of liquor that she had poured from and took a swig from

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

“Cough, cough…”

sensation down her throat. She threw up everything before she could

have to go to the

the toilet and threw up

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

more she thought about

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

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

“I’m not blind.”

A dash of mischief flashed

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

“You sly little punk, how dare you cheat

laughed it