Female Novel
Chapter 34
Chapter 34“Sir, | 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 wastoo sour to drink. He stopped drinking and set the tea aside. Just as he wanted to take his book, his phone beside him rang. Heglanced and ignored the phone call as it was an unidentified number. After the ringtone was cut off, he only answered the callwhen it rang once more.
“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’sbrow 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 yourwife?”
“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 womanlying unconscious at the bar was Stella. Keegan’s gaze turned sharp, and he immediately called back. “Where's the bar?”novelbin
“Where’s my wine?” Stella squinted her eyes, shook the empty glass, and lisped, “Who drank all my wine?” The bartenderhanded 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 displeasedface. “You fooled me with water? Are you scared that | can’t pay for the alcohol? Let me tell you something, my husband isfreaking 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 shecould tell the difference between water and alcohol. But, if she was not drunk, she would waffle on and not tell the bartenderwhere she lived. She would brag at any chance she got. For a moment, she would say that her husband was rich, and the carsin 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 wasgoing 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 thewater at the side.
Aperson 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.