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

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

you can afford to

her head

to compensate. I have no money.” ALL the

that Debbie didn’t have any money made Portia

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

to hit Debbie

Debbie knocked him down.

private booth

entered and shouted, “Don’t

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