Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies

Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Anne was calmer than she ever was.

She walked toward the slightly stunned Mr. Zabinski.

Mr. Zabinski thought that Anne was Anthony’s woman. Why was Anthony telling her to accompany him instead?

He had a lot of questions, but he did not say anything.

After sitting down, Anne poured wine for Mr. Zabinski with nimble hands.

“No, no, I’ll do it, I’ll do it.” Mr. Zabinski took the bottle and poured it himself, before pouring Anne a glass.

It was not the first time Anthony had pushed Anne into a group of men, but Mr. Zabinski was the first one who did not put his hands on her body. She could not help but take a closer look at Mr. Zabinski, and felt a vague sense of familiarity. After thinking about it, she remembered that she had seen this man on TV.

She chided herself. Of course he was famous. Which friend of Anthony was not?

Obviously, Mr. Zabinski was afraid of Anthony and behaved well toward her. That was not Anthony’s intention. He had hoped Anne would get humiliated

instead.

Anne and Mr. Zabinski clinked glasses and drank all the wine.

Thinking about it, if she was drunk, where would Anthony send her?

She hoped she would get sent to the Royal mansion. She wanted to steal her passport and ID card.

She could not wait to see her children.

At the thought of that, Anne started to drink heartily with Mr. Zabinski.

“What a drinking capacity you have!” Mr. Zabinski was slightly surprised.

Anthony , who was watching Anne all the time without saying a word, looked sharply at Anne, as if trying to impale her with his line of sight.

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She was in a bad mood just now, but now she had a purpose.

As long as she did not drink herself to death, she did not care.

Anne, who was a light drinker, soon lost all her bearings. Anne’s face blushed drunkenly and she pouted her red

lips. “Oh, come on…”

Then she picked up the wine on the table and was about to guzzle down the whole bottle.

However, before her hand could reach the bottle, she felt a forceful hand holding her wrists. “Ah…what are you doing? It hurts…”

“Do you think you can fool me by getting drunk? Huh?”

Anne’s beautiful face was slightly wrinkled, and she tried to pry away the big hand on her wrist, but she could not move it. “Whatever! Aren’t I more obedient when I’m drunk?”

Anthony pinched her wrist harder, causing Anne to cry out in pain, and a devilish voice rang into his ears,” Indeed, it’s easier to play with your body when you’re drunk!” He shook off her hand.

“Argh…” Anne almost fell off the sofa.

The bystanders dare not make a sound.

Anne went to get the wine again, and she toppled over to the ground before she even stretched out her hand. She was very drunk.

Anthony looked at her huddled at his feet mumbling incoherently as if he was looking at something that had nothing to do with him.

Anthony brought Anne out to humiliate her by asking her

to accompany men to drink.

Now she was already drunk, and no matter how much he tortured her, she would not know it, so it would not be much fun for him.

In the Rolls Loyce on the return trip, Anne was drunkenly unconscious in her seat when she suddenly felt a churn in her stomach. She tilted her head to the side to throw up.

With a retching sound, all the food in her stomach went onto the seat, the armrest, the carpet, and some even almost splashed on Anthony’s black shoes.

Anthony’s face was gloomy and dark.

Anne was so drunk she was completely unaware of her predicament and continued to vomit until she had finished throwing up all the contents of her stomach. She then proceeded to comfortably fell back into the seat and sleep.

The veins on Anthony’s forehead were pulsing, and the thought of murder ignited in his heart. Anne still lived to see another day though.

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