Chapter 271 What's Wrong With You Again

The light in the box was dim, so the giggling of several people couldn't be seen clearly.

Tim bit the bullet and asked, "Boss, do you know where you are now?"

The man who was sleeping on the sofa with his slightly opened eyes looked at Jacob up and down as if he was suffering a severe night sickness.

Tim wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. As he looked at his boss, he only wanted to move his head to see if it was alcohol in his head.

Richie stood up and took a bottle of wine from the table. He said impatiently, "What are you hesitating for? Call my wife quickly."

After a long time of silence, Tim reluctantly said, "You will regret."

If he woke up in the morning and found out that he had asked the pregnant woman to come over, he would be very remorseful.

Richie replied in an extremely arrogant tone, "Huh! That's just a joke. I've never regretted anything."

It seemed as if the air was mixed with a crisp and pleasant sound of slapping the face.

After wiping off the sweat from his forehead, Tim walked out of the room, entered a staircase and made a call to Consuela.

"Hello." A gentle and soft voice came out of the microphone.

After a few seconds of silence, Tim introduced himself, "Hello, Consuela, this is Tim speaking."

A few seconds later, no response was heard from the other end of the line. After some pause, Consuela asked, "what can I do for you?"

In her eyes, Tim had always been the kind of person who would never call her for no reason.

After explaining the whole process, he calmed down and waited for the answer from Consuela.

"How much did he drink?"

"I don't know. But it's definitely the amount of wine that can be poured into an elephant."

"... Tim, are you sure you are sober? "

"…"

Ten minutes had passed when Tim made it clear to her that he was strong in mind and there was n

cape her ears.

With his eyes wide open, Tim said, "Anyway, it's a truth that he is drunk and even like a stray dog. Pity your kid's poor father."

Consuela pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow over her eyes.

'Oh, if I don't have a pity on him, I don't have to come over at all to make trouble for myself.'

"I think he's drunk because of too much guilt in his heart."

Consuela tried to help the man in a coma stand up, but before she could touch his clothes, his wrist was grabbed by him.

The man was much stronger than the woman.

"Fuck off." As soon as he finished speaking, he shook off Consuela's hand and pushed her backwards.

Fortunately, Tim had the waiter clean up the room. Otherwise, if anything happened to the pregnant woman, he would have to cut his head again.

It was even more difficult to be a special assistant who could help his boss solve all problems.

And he was sort of kicked out by that man.

He could not be happier when he saw Richie's action.

Well, he could be mischievous and make her run away sooner or later.

"What's wrong with you, Richie?" Consuela said in a reproachful tone, wriggling her wrist and glaring at Richie who closed his eyes.