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.

look better.

covered with the juice and flesh

elegant demeanor anymore, she yelled, “Debbie! These boots cost me $130,

you can afford

her

have no money.” ALL the money she

any money made Portia feel

have 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

Debbie knocked him down.

the door to the private booth was opened from

and

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