Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 422

The bar manager scowled, as the escort service of the bar brought in the most money.

One sentence from Carlisle had caused the bar to lose out on over ten thousand dollars in profits.

Although he was unhappy about it, he refrained from expressing his displeasure. He had no choice but to smile.

He said, "Fine. I'll take you to the VIP deck!"

A beaded curtain separated the row of seats closest to the floor-to-ceiling windows from the rest of the seats.

The bar manager seated Gareth and Carlisle at the largest table, which already cost 30 thousand.

He brought them the menu personally so that Gareth could order.

Gareth gave the menu to Carlisle, who shook his head and said, "You can order!"

Gareth couldn't be bothered to order off the menu, so he tossed it on the table.

"Give me one of everything."

Carlisle's lips twitched.

The kitchen was very efficient, perhaps because Gareth had special privileges.

Within half an hour, the table was laden with food and more than ten kinds of liquor.

Carlisle suddenly felt that all the money he had earned was wasted on him.

He wondered what it was like to enjoy life.

He thought that perhaps, to truly enjoy life, he should use items from high-end brands that were of very high quality.

"Can you finish all of this? It's such a waste to order so much!"

Carlisle hadn't had lunch. He picked up his fork and speared a piece of lamb, stuffing it into his mouth.

Gareth said sternly, "I can spend a million just to listen to music and lighten my mood, but I would never waste a single dollar on food. I pack up the food I can't finish and deliver it to the beggars living near the bridge!"

There were beggars everywhere in that era. Some were real beggars, while others simply pretended to be beggars to scam people for money.

With the advent of the Internet and the rapid spread of information, the citizens would eventually find out about the beggars who were scamming people.

After that, government policies would become more developed, cities would strengthen their

management, and charities would also begin to develop. Eventually, the beggars would disappear from the public eye.

Gareth opened a bottle of Louis XIII and put it in front of Carlisle.

He opened another bottle for himself and said in his Yorksle accent, "Let's have one bottle each and get drunk tonight!"

"Wanda and I are only separated temporarily. I'm not heartbroken. There's no reason for me to get drunk, is there?"

Carlisle saw that the liquor he was holding contained 40% alcohol.

He contemplated if he would end up with gastrointestinal bleeding if he finished the entire bottle.

Gareth said rather impatiently, "Are all you Southerners such dawdlers?"

"Damn! Don't be so prejudiced!"

Carlisle glared at him.

He hated people who stereotyped others based on where they were from.

Carlisle's phone rang.

He took it out and glanced at it. It was Hank.

"Mr. Hank?"

"Carlisle... just call me Hank. I feel like it's disrespectful of me to let you address me as 'Mr. Hank'!"

Hank had become a lot more cheerful compared to before after immersing himself in his work.

Carlisle smiled and asked, "Have you gotten a result?"

Hank said, "Yes. The other party is a total rookie. I've already plucked all his personal information by following the virus' IP address trail. However, this guy is in Cloud Valley, and I've handed it over to their police so that they can handle the rest."

Carlisle glanced at Gareth, who was drinking moodily on his own.

"Gareth, should I call some of my friends to drink with you?"

Gareth rolled his eyes.

"Why would I want to drink with other men? I want young, pretty ladies."

Still, he asked, "Did Hank find something?"

Carlisle nodded.

"The truth will be revealed very soon!"

Gareth grinned.

"You want to get Hank to drink with me, right? You can't possibly think that he can outdrink me!"

"Have you drank with him before?"

"No..."

"Well then, try it out. I don't think you'll be able to outdrink him."

Carlisle knew how strong Hank's tolerance for alcohol was.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Hank viewed alcohol like it was his life.

No one else would drink Chardonnay as if it were water and use it to quench their thirst!

Gareth laughed slyly.

"Let's make a bet. We'll wager 1% of the shares in our collaborative project. I'll only take 48% of the shares if he can drink me under the table. If the opposite happens, I want 50% of the shares!"

Gareth was paying 200 million, but he only got 49% of the shares.

That meant that the price of every 1% was about 4.08 million dollars.

They were going to wager 4.08 million on this drinking contest!

Carlisle wondered if this was how rich people enjoyed themselves.

He shook his head and said, "Forget it. Drinking is no big deal. It doesn't matter who wins or loses. But if something happens, then it would be a huge deal!"

Gareth was annoyed.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Hey, man up! If your gaming company succeeds, you will become part of upper society. This kind of thing happens all the time. Besides, if you want to assimilate with the circle that Shein's family is in, there are bound to be events like this that involve alcohol. Just think of it as practice!"