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.

ones look better.

with the juice and flesh of the red dragon

eyes. Unable to maintain her elegant demeanor anymore, she yelled, “Debbie! These boots cost

you think you

her head

to compensate. I have no money.” ALL

have any money made Portia feel much

money or not, you must compensate for my boots. Oh, and the night dress as well. Otherwise, I will teach you a

a boy tried to hit Debbie on Portia’s

Debbie knocked him down.

door to the private booth was opened

and

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