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

had lunch. He picked up his fork and speared a piece of lamb, stuffing it into his

spend a million just to listen to music and lighten my mood, but I would never waste a single dollar on food. I pack up the food I can't finish and deliver it to the

Some were real beggars, while others simply pretended

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

would become more developed,

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

a bottle of Louis XIII

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

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

the liquor he was holding contained

end up with gastrointestinal bleeding

rather impatiently, "Are all

Don't be

Carlisle glared at him.

who stereotyped others

Carlisle's phone rang.

out and glanced at it. It was

"Mr. Hank?"

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

lot more cheerful compared to before after immersing himself in his

and asked, "Have you gotten a

rookie. I've already plucked all his personal information by following the virus' IP address trail. However, this guy

was drinking moodily on

call some of my friends to drink

Gareth rolled his eyes.

to drink with other men? I want young, pretty

he asked, "Did Hank find

Carlisle nodded.

will be revealed very