Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

After entering the bar, Stella walked straight to the bar counter and asked for a glass of wine.

As soon as she sat down, someone immediately came over and hit on her, “Beauty, you’re alone?”

Stella replied while smiling, “Yeah.”

The man said, “It’s a fate for us to meet each other. Let me buy you a drink.”

As he said, he snapped his finger at the bartender, “Give this beauty a blue margarita.”

After his words were uttered, an upright figure appeared beside him, “Since you love to treat others to something so much, why don’t you buy me a drink also, I’m also alone.”

The man was speechless.

This person was crazy, right.

Clarence leaned against the bar and blocked him from seeing Stella. His slender fingers were tapping on the countertop, “What, you have sexism?”

The man smiled awkwardly and patted his shoulder, “Buddy, how can you say like that, alright, since it’s New Year, let’s drink and I’ll just treat it as I’m making friends with you, what do you want to drink? Order it.”

Clarence said, “Then I’ll really order whatever I want.”

After he finished his words, he looked at the bartender, “A glass of Louis XIII.”

The bartender was stunned and he said, “Sir, Louis XIII is not available to be sold to a person.”

“I know, open a six-litre one, I want a glass of it. For the rest, this gentleman will treat the other guests in the bar to drink.”

The man’s face stiffened so much and it was contorted. He said in displeasure, “Buddy, you’re looking for trouble, right?”

Louis XIII was France’s top brandy and a few hundred millimetres of it cost more than ten thousand yuan, let alone six litres, which cost at least a few hundred thousand yuan.

Even he himself had never had a sip. Wasn’t this very obvious that he was deliberately tricking him?

Clarence spoke indifferently, “You can’t afford it? If you can’t afford it, don’t try to keep up appearances.”

When the man was just about to get angry, he pulled out a black card from his wallet and handed it to the bartender, “Open a bottle, it’s my treat for this gentleman.”

that are beautiful and only can be desired but not attainable. Stopping in time to avoid loss

without even blinking and ask the bartender to open a bottle of Louis XIII, at this time, his fist would have fallen

he had a great temperament and knew that this was a game for rich people.

the black card, “Si…sir, we don’t

said, “Give me the same glass of what she just

“Alright.”

hot black card, he

But, he had

as if he still had no intention to

with her

short while later, the bartender

and the astringent taste, she felt it was

was the first time she drank such strong wine and she could not help but cough several

back

it was because the air here was too stuffy or because there were too many people, Stella already felt

a look at the clock. It was almost time

felt a little dizzy. She took out

is so boring…Are you still at

can’t take a cab. I’ll send you an address, you

going out

end of the phone, followed by an indifferent male voice, “She is with

out the whole sentence.

drank at

and then quickly

…

Clarence, “Give me back

calmly put

Stella was speechless.

“What exactly does

do it if I

after drinking, she still could keenly realize the trap

there is no need

her teeth, “Isn’t Mr. Conrad willing to ignore me, what is your purpose of doing this

you, I just let you have