A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 629

“I don’t know!” Santiago, a drunken mess, grinned. “I’ve never even met your

wife, so how would I know where she is?!”

Emmanuel was rendered speechless. Why did you call me over when you

don’t know, then?! Aren’t you just wasting my time searching for my wife?! Do

you not know how panicked lam right now when I can’t find my wife?!

“Haha, I always thought only Shane would prioritize pleasure over his master,

but to think you’d be the same!” Santiago guffawed, and just when

Emmanuel thought his master was reproaching him, the elder slapped his

thigh and exclaimed, “Wonderful! I knew I’d chosen the right disciples! You’re

all just like me! You all see your comrades like brothers and women like your

hearts! Hahaha… Hahaha…”

He laughed maniacally.

-All of Hero’s Village knew that Santiago was obsessed with liquor and women,

or he wouldn’t have sunken into despair for two decades over a woman.

Word was that he used to be an extraordinary man with an imposing

appearance, talented in both literary and martial arts. However, because of a

woman, he descended to his current state, reeking of alcohol and looking

disheveled at all times.

softly, feeling somewhat sorry

took a sip of his drink and regained his

Emmanuel and said, “Shane took

from me just now. He brought them to

affirmation, his gaze tense as he stared at Santiago,

for some useful clues.

raised some butterflies. Look!” Santiago pointed to the peach

even in early spring. It was a

see.

butterflies were peculiar. They varied

Emmanuel had never seen before.

intoxicated butterfly…” Santiago hummed a

“My butterflies were excited when you

abnormal women had entered the village

leaving my

and Sarah immediately

mind.

something unusual

in a place where

Also, there were the photos and videos

were her

had failed to notice how that woman

t

nice, and my drunk butterflies

wife. Another one made my butterflies both love and fear.

simply terrified

Emmanuel. He wasn’t familiar with drunk

Santiago had a fondness

reach such

communicate with butterflies? That’s beside the point now. What’s

help me

pounced

nervously, “Since you know the