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 to order so

his fork and speared a piece of lamb, stuffing it into

I would never waste a single

real beggars, while others simply pretended to be beggars

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

government policies would become more developed, cities

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

opened a bottle of Louis XIII

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

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

saw that the liquor he was

he would end up with gastrointestinal bleeding

"Are

be so

Carlisle glared at him.

hated people who stereotyped others based on where

Carlisle's phone rang.

took it out and glanced at

"Mr. Hank?"

like it's disrespectful

compared to

asked, "Have you gotten

personal information by following the virus' IP address

Gareth, who was

call some of my friends to drink

Gareth rolled his eyes.

want to drink with other men? I want young, pretty

"Did Hank

Carlisle nodded.

be revealed very