Chapter 155

"Alright, let's get a private room and enjoy a good meal," Queenie said. Queenie and Joanne headed straight to their favorite stew restaurant and ordered a feast. "Excuse me, bring us a beer." Joanne ordered some bottled beers, and she and Queenie shared five bottles. With their low alcohol tolerance, they ended up drunk. "Oh my god. I can't drink anymore. Why did we come out drinking with our low tolerance?" Joanne groaned, frustrated with herself. Meanwhile, Queenie didn't even want to talk anymore. She never drank, and just a little alcohol made her head and face flush. Now, she was quietly slumped over the table. There was still stew left in their bowls, but halfway through their meal, both of them had lost the energy to continue. Eventually, the door to their private room swung open. Seeing Queenie slump over with an empty beer bottle and Joanne drunkenly mumbling, Joshua turned livid. Here was his wife, whom he had been searching high and low for. She was utterly drunk at