Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 422

The bar manager scowled, as the escort service of the bar brought in the most money.

One sentence from Carlisle had caused the bar to lose out on over ten thousand dollars in profits.

Although he was unhappy about it, he refrained from expressing his displeasure. He had no choice but to smile.

He said, "Fine. I'll take you to the VIP deck!"

A beaded curtain separated the row of seats closest to the floor-to-ceiling windows from the rest of the seats.

The bar manager seated Gareth and Carlisle at the largest table, which already cost 30 thousand.

He brought them the menu personally so that Gareth could order.

Gareth gave the menu to Carlisle, who shook his head and said, "You can order!"

Gareth couldn't be bothered to order off the menu, so he tossed it on the table.

"Give me one of everything."

Carlisle's lips twitched.

The kitchen was very efficient, perhaps because Gareth had special privileges.

Within half an hour, the table was laden with food and more than ten kinds of liquor.

Carlisle suddenly felt that all the money he had earned was wasted on him.

He wondered what it was like to enjoy life.

He thought that perhaps, to truly enjoy life, he should use items from high-end brands that were of very high quality.

all of this? It's such

hadn't had lunch. He picked up his fork and speared a piece of

mood, but I would never waste a single

in that era. Some were real beggars, while others simply pretended to be beggars to scam people for

the rapid spread of information, the citizens would eventually find out about the beggars

policies would become more developed, cities would strengthen

to develop. Eventually, the beggars would

opened a bottle of Louis XIII and

said in his Yorksle accent, "Let's have one bottle each and get

I'm not heartbroken. There's no reason for me to get drunk, is

liquor he was holding contained 40%

if he would end up with gastrointestinal bleeding if he finished the entire

rather impatiently, "Are all

Don't be so

Carlisle glared at him.

hated people who stereotyped others based

Carlisle's phone rang.

glanced at

"Mr. Hank?"

feel like it's disrespectful of me to let you address

become a lot more cheerful compared to before after immersing himself in his

and asked, "Have you gotten a

his personal information by following the virus' IP address trail. However, this

Gareth, who was drinking moodily on

of my

Gareth rolled his eyes.

want to drink with

he asked, "Did Hank find

Carlisle nodded.

be revealed