Chapter 89. On the Verge of Losing His Sanity

His eyes widened and the sight staggered him.

His brother was sprawled on the couch. Half asleep and half awake. One arm was flung over the couch’s headrest. And the other hand which was on the floor, was holding a large bottle of wine.

Holy mackerel! Was he dreaming?

“Dude. Dude!” George skipped to the couch and nudged the drunk guy.

Shit! He was heavily drunk. Everywhere was filled with the stench of the damn wine. How the hell was this possible?

His brother could hold up several bottles of alcohol. How had this managed to make him pass out.

That was not even important. Why was he cuddling a huge bottle of alcohol instead of a woman?

“Dude?” George nudged the guy once more. But hell! He was too drunk to come back to his senses.

There were several more bottles laying on the floor. They were all similar to the one in his hand. And George wondered. Where in the world did his brother get his hands on these centuries old wines.

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