Chapter 34
“Sir, I brought you a cup of earl grey tea.”
Keegan took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes really hard, and said tiredly, “Thank you. Just leave it
there.”
The nanny set down the tea and left. Keegan took a sip of it and narrowed his brows. It tasted different
from the past and was too sour to drink. He stopped drinking and set the tea aside. Just as he wanted to
take his book, his phone beside him rang. He glanced and ignored the phone call as it was an
unidentified number. After the ringtone was cut off, he only answered the call when it rang once more.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Hi, is this Mr. Tard? Could you come and pick up your drunk wife in our bar?”
“You have the wrong number,” Keegan said in a cool manner and hung off. After a moment, the phone
call rang again. Keegan’s brow scrunched as he answered the call.
“It’s the correct number. She told us this number. Mr. Tard, is your wife currently at home? How would
you know it’s not your wife?”
“My surname isn’t Tard,” Keegan said impatiently and hung up again. The person did not call anymore. A
few minutes later, Keegan received a picture through his text messages. The photo was taken in a dimly
lit place, but it was clear that the woman lying unconscious at the bar was Stella. Keegan’s gaze turned
sharp, and he immediately called back. “Where’s the bar?”
“Where’s my wine?” Stella squinted her eyes, shook the empty glass, and lisped, “Who drank all my
wine?” The bartender handed her a glass of water and coaxed, “Here you go.”
Stella chuckled and drank a mouthful from the glass. But, she spewed it all out the next second. She
frowned with a displeased face. “You fooled me with water? Are you scared that I can’t pay for the
alcohol? Let me tell you something, my husband is freaking rich! He could buy every bar in Rivera for
me. Do you think he can’t afford to pay for my drinks? Pour me a glass now!”
This was the first time the bartender had ever seen such an alcoholic. The bartender could not say that
she was drunk, as she could tell the difference between water and alcohol. But, if she was not drunk, she
would waffle on and not tell the bartender where she lived. She would brag at any chance she got. For a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmoment, she would say that her husband was rich, and the cars in the house could fill the entire parking
lot. She would drive out in a Cadillac or Rolls–Royce, or travel to Europe in a private jet. In the other
moments, she would cry and complain that she would not be able to enjoy these things anymore since
she was going to divorce her husband. She even asked the bartender how she could get more money
from the divorce.
The bartender was really jealous of her. After all, it had been a while since he last dreamed of marrying a
rich woman. Suddenly, there was a loud, noisy bang at the door. A leaden gray sports car stopped at the
edge of the road outside the bar, splashing the water at the side.
A person from somewhere suddenly screamed out, “Oh my god, it’s a Bugatti.”
The bartender was startled. The next second, a man with an umbrella came out and walked toward the
door of the bar.