Chapter 197

But then again, Stella was just a young girl. How good could her alcohol tolerance be?

After raising a toast to seven or eight tables of guests, she was already a little dizzy.

Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, the people who were well-dressed in their day-to-day lives were toasting the bride with the strongest of liquors at this disgusting wedding scene.

Stella had already drunk too much. If she had continued on, she would have spent her wedding night in the Intensive Care Unit instead of her new home.

"You toasted with all the other tables of guests, so why not us? Come on, aren't you gonna pay us respect?"

The guests at the table went back and forth, coercing her to raise a toast. However, out of nowhere, someone snatched the glass out of Stella's grip and splashed it across the face of the person who initiated the coercion.

With an angry expression on his face, the man who snatched the glass chuckled as he mocked, "Why don't you piss off and look at your own reflection. Do you