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 a waste

picked up his fork and speared a piece

I would never waste a single dollar on food. I pack up the food I can't finish and deliver it to the beggars

era. Some were real beggars, while others simply

of the Internet and the rapid spread of information, the citizens would eventually find

government policies would become more developed, cities would strengthen

also begin to develop. Eventually, the beggars would disappear

opened a bottle of Louis XIII and put it in front

Yorksle accent, "Let's have one bottle each and

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

that the liquor he was holding contained 40%

he would end up with gastrointestinal

rather impatiently, "Are all you Southerners such

be

Carlisle glared at him.

people who stereotyped others

Carlisle's phone rang.

out and glanced at it. It was

"Mr. Hank?"

like it's disrespectful of me

more cheerful compared to before

smiled and asked, "Have

already plucked all his personal information by 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

was drinking

some of my

Gareth rolled his eyes.

with other men? I

asked, "Did Hank

Carlisle nodded.

will be revealed very