My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Pungent Smell of Alcohol

At times like this, she couldn't afford to be careless.

Lucille stumbled forward, raised the bottle in her hand, and took another swig.

If she had any weakness, it was that she couldn't hold her alcohol. That was why Lucille's bottle was filled with water. However, she had deliberately doused her body in a scent to give off the pungent smell of alcohol. Lucille coughed as she walked, pretending to choke on the alcohol.

She stumbled into the deep alley and then used the communication device hidden in her ear to send a message to Robert.

"The target has appeared. Hurry over."

Lucille's plan was that regardless of whether it was Robert or her, as long as either of them was kidnapped by the mastermind behind the scenes, the other would pretend to pass by and get taken away by the same group of people.

In particular, Robert had a tiny camera on his body. All the footage he had captured would be transmitted to Benjamin. That way, they could reserve the evidence on a larger scale to convict the mastermind behind the scenes. Lucille appeared severely drunk. She couldn't walk straight and moved very slowly.

At that moment, three men were sitting in a cargo truck not far away.

One of the men, who had a scar on his face, looked at Lucille's back. He licked his lips and remarked, "I've been watching her for several days. Although she's not that pretty, her figure is very good! I want to pinch that slender waist of hers." kare you

girl doesn't have some kind of

"Don't make a

my first time observing someone. I've caught so many single people. How can you not trust

man thought about it. It was true, so he started the car and told Derrick and another companion, "Let's make a move, then. After we finish up with this one, we can go back and divide the money. Remember to be quick." "Okay, okay. Got

any longer and

the alley, Lucille leaned against the wall and walked forward. Suddenly, she heard someone pushing

a dazed manner, only to see two men in overalls pushing a box

Lucille's brows twitched.

Lucille's brows twitched.

Punoond Smelt of Alcohol

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"D*mn it."

'come faster than she

movement in the alley,

to delay them for a

but she still looked like

was a drunkard, she wouldn't act

and finally ended my suffering. From now on-" However, before she could finish her words, a pair of hands with