The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 41

“What if I don’t want to drink?” Andrius glared at everyone present

coldly.

“Don’t want to drink?” Fatty Frank scoffed and then looked at the man beside him. “Pip, remind me, what happened to the last guy who didn’t do as he was told?”

Pip simply said, “That guy is now a carpet in my house. Furry on one side, naked on the other. My friends thought I got a lousy bear rug.”

Fatty Frank then asked another man, “Denson, how about the other guy? What happened to him now?”

“Well, I haven’t heard from him in the afterlife.” The man then replied with a question of his own, “Fatty Frank, how about that guy who didn’t listen to you?”

“Me?” Fatty Frank looked at Andrius and raised his voice, “I’m merciful. I put him into a bottle, soaked him with formalin, and offered his body to the university for research purposes.”

Threats! Brazen threats!

Andrius simply ignored them and wanted to leave the room when suddenly, the door flew open with a loud thud.

Startled, everyone looked at the entrance and saw two men walking in.

Displeased, Fatty Frank bellowed, “Who the hell are you two? Who gave you permission to come in?”

Lothar scoffed. “Someone in this

man.

“I bumped into him

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already apologized.

then walked to Angel and pinched her chin. “But if you

your dirty hands off me!” Angel was not a weak and timid woman

“Hey!”

Frank stood up for his subordinate.” Angel’s already apologized. If you keep causing trouble,

“Yeah!”

hell out or prepare to

rolled their sleeves up and attempted to intimidate

with numbers

trust fund babies and then commanded his man,

went out of the

of men stormed in while many others packed the corridor outside. The trust fund babies were frightened and awkwardly

Fatty Frank was frightened. He went up to Lothar and said, “ Come on, man. It’s just a

Frank away and roared, “Don’t even think about getting close to Lothar,

in the room, everyone was frightened, especially Fatty Frank. He cowered before Lothar in fear as though

and stammered, “A-are you Lothar Edge of the Racer

at Fatty Frank and thundered, “That’s right. I am