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. See?” Debbie

boot was covered with the juice and flesh of

demeanor anymore, she yelled, “Debbie! These boots

you think you can afford to

her head

compensate. I have no money.” ALL the money she used

that Debbie didn’t have any money made

was living a hard life. With a mocking 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

a boy tried to hit Debbie on Portia’s

Debbie knocked him down.

private booth

and shouted, “Don’t

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