Mr. Kane Got cklisted By Eleven Jewell Chapter 34


    Chapter 34


    “Sir, I brought you a cup of earl grey tea.”


    Keegan took off his sses, 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 nced 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.


    “Hi, is this Mr. Tard? Could youe 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 minutester, Keegan received a picture through his text messages. The photo was taken in a


    dimly lit ce, but it was clear that the woman lying unconscious at the bar was Ste. Keegan’s gaze


    turned sharp, and he immediately called back. “Where’s the bar?”


    “Where’s my wine?” Ste squinted her eyes, shook the empty ss, and lisped, “Who drank all my


    wine?” The bartender handed her a ss of water and coaxed, “Here you go.”


    Ste chuckled and drank a mouthful from the ss. 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 ss 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 moment, 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 Cadic or Rolls–Royce, or travel to Europe in a private jet. In the


    other moments, she would cry andin 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 hest 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, sshing 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 umbre came out and walked toward the


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