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

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

can spend a million just to listen to music and lighten my mood, but I would never waste a single dollar

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

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

would become more

Eventually, the beggars would

of Louis XIII and put it in front of

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

not heartbroken. There's no reason for me to

saw that the liquor he was holding contained 40%

would end up with gastrointestinal bleeding if

rather impatiently, "Are all you Southerners such

be so

Carlisle glared at him.

stereotyped others

Carlisle's phone rang.

took it out and glanced at it.

"Mr. Hank?"

disrespectful of me to

compared to

smiled and asked, "Have

IP address

who was

should I call some of my friends to drink

Gareth rolled his eyes.

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

"Did

Carlisle nodded.

will be