Debbie shook her head in a bid to sober up and asked, “You called me?

What for?”

Realizing that Debbie was drunk, Portia took a deep breath to calm down, then raised her left leg and put her foot down on the chair.

“Clean my boots!” she ordered. Obviously, she wanted to insult Debbie.

Debbie nodded, “Sure.”

She grabbed a piece of red dragon fruit from the fruit platter and spread it onto Portia’s boot.

“Actually, black boots don’t suit you.

better.

the juice and flesh of the red

believe her eyes. Unable to maintain her elegant demeanor

you can afford to

her

have no money.” ALL the money she

Debbie didn’t have any money made Portia

smile, she said, “I don’t care whether you have money or not, you must compensate for my boots. Oh, and the night dress as well.

a boy tried to hit Debbie on

Debbie knocked him down.

then, the door to the private booth was opened from the

policemen entered and

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