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.

It's such a waste to

his fork and speared a piece of lamb, stuffing it

music and lighten my mood, but I would never waste a single dollar on food. I pack up the food I can't finish

were beggars everywhere 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

become more developed, cities

develop. Eventually, the beggars would disappear from the public

bottle of Louis XIII and put it

said in his Yorksle accent, "Let's have one

and I are only separated temporarily. I'm not heartbroken. There's no reason for

the liquor he was holding contained

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

said rather impatiently, "Are all you Southerners such

be

Carlisle glared at him.

others based

Carlisle's phone rang.

out and glanced at it. It was

"Mr. Hank?"

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

more cheerful compared

"Have you

following the virus' IP address trail. However, this guy is in Cloud Valley, and I've handed it over to their police so that they can handle the

glanced at Gareth, who was

of my friends to drink

Gareth rolled his eyes.

drink with other men? I want young,

he asked, "Did Hank

Carlisle nodded.

truth will be revealed