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!”

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

and the others looked at him in

Andrius did not

good was he at

astonished group, Andrius said, “I’ve done what you asked me to, so can I

must be wrong with the

happened. She grabbed the bottle of liquor that she had poured

the liquor entered her mouth and traveled down her throat,

“Cough, cough…”

down her throat. She threw up everything before she

go to the

to the toilet and threw up for a

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

it, the angrier

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

as he watched Angel run back to the room. “Lothar, that’s a fine woman there.”

“I’m not blind.”

mischief flashed in his curved eyes. “Mark her room number and

still standing after downing so many glasses? You must have

little punk, how dare you cheat in

laughed it

was young, he had accidentally fallen into