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.

finish all of this? It's such a waste to order

up his fork and

would never waste a single dollar on food. I pack up the

real beggars, while others simply pretended to be beggars to scam people for

Internet and the rapid spread of information, the citizens would eventually find out about the beggars who were

become

would also begin to develop. Eventually, the beggars would disappear from the

of Louis XIII and put it in front of

opened another bottle for himself and said in his Yorksle accent, "Let's have one

heartbroken. There's no reason for me to

liquor he was

end up with gastrointestinal bleeding

said rather impatiently, "Are all you

be

Carlisle glared at him.

others based on

Carlisle's phone rang.

out and glanced

"Mr. Hank?"

call me Hank. I feel like it's disrespectful of me to let you address

cheerful compared to before after

asked, "Have you gotten a

virus' IP address trail. However, this guy is in Cloud Valley, and I've handed it over to

glanced at Gareth, who was drinking moodily

of my friends to drink

Gareth rolled his eyes.

would I want to drink with other men?

"Did Hank find

Carlisle nodded.

will be