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. See?” Debbie

black boot was covered with the juice and

demeanor anymore,

you think you can afford to

her

have no money.”

Debbie didn’t have any money made Portia feel

you have money or not, you must compensate for

to hit Debbie

Debbie knocked him down.

to the private booth was opened from the

entered and shouted,

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