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.

this? It's such a waste

lunch. He picked up his fork and speared

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

everywhere in that era. Some were real beggars, while others simply pretended to be beggars to

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

government policies would become more

also begin to develop. Eventually, the

opened a bottle of Louis XIII and

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

are only separated temporarily. I'm not heartbroken. There's

liquor he was holding contained 40%

he would end up with gastrointestinal

said rather impatiently, "Are all you Southerners such

be so

Carlisle glared at him.

stereotyped others

Carlisle's phone rang.

and glanced

"Mr. Hank?"

call me Hank. I feel like it's disrespectful

more cheerful compared to

and asked, "Have

total rookie. I've already plucked all his personal information by following the virus' IP address trail.

glanced at Gareth, who was

should I call some of

Gareth rolled his eyes.

would I want to drink with other men?

"Did Hank

Carlisle nodded.

be revealed