Jared.

“You here yet? I’m in Room 888,” said Debbie.

Jared was still driving. His purple Ferrari flew like a bat out of hell toward the club.

“Really?! Room 888? Isn’t that Carlos… Never mind.

Wait for me. I’ll be there in two minutes.”

Carlos’ exclusive booth had a strong appeal to Jared, who shortened the five minutes’ drive to two. Punctuated with the screech of brakes, the

Ferrari came to a halt before the Orchid Private Club. Jared was pretty eager to grab that booth. It was meant for the rich and famous, and now he’d at least have a taste of the good life.

before Debbie was able to

fast!”

had a look around. He’d never been here

at this! It’s a porcelain vase from ancient times. I heard some rich dude bid 200 million for it at auction. I’m guessing that’s Carlos. And now he just hides it

painting is called…er…I can’t think of it right now. But this guy was a famous painter. It must

rolled her eyes and poured a glass of

on. Your family is by no means poor. So why are you playing the

wine, and his eyes went wide. He took the bottle on the table and checked it

private winery in Bordeaux!” Debbie was getting a

“So?” she asked.

the grapes

Lafite Rothschild 1982. It costs

wine. While Jared was looking around, she had gulped down three glasses of wine. She

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