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!”

the table. As he drained the last one to the final

Frank and the others looked

shots in one sitting, Andrius

how good was he

done what you asked me

must be wrong with

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

hesitation. When the liquor entered her mouth and traveled down

“Cough, cough…”

down her throat. She

go to the

the toilet and threw

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

thought about it,

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

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

“I’m not blind.”

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

“How are you still standing after downing so many glasses? You

Fatty Frank echoed. “You sly little punk, how dare you

Andrius laughed