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.”

can be desired but not attainable. Stopping in time to avoid loss is the most sensible way. Just consider

and ask the bartender to open a bottle of Louis XIII, at this time, his

a great temperament and knew that

“Si…sir, we don’t have the

“Give me the same glass

“Alright.”

hot black card,

working here for so long and had seen many rich dudes. But, he had never met someone who

Stella as if he still had

with her phone and

short while later, the bartender brought their glasses

astringent taste, she felt it was a little

she drank such strong wine and she could not help but

back her anger. So, she finished the glass

here was too stuffy or because there were too many

the clock. It was almost time to

felt a little dizzy. She took out her phone and dialled Sherry’s number, “Sherry,

Spring Festival Gala, the one tonight is so boring…Are you still at Emmett’s house? When will you

a cab. I’ll send you an address, you come

I’m going

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

sentence, Sherry was already able to figure out the whole sentence. It should almost

I drank at night

sentence seriously and then quickly hung up the

…

at Clarence, “Give me back

put her phone into his pants

Stella was speechless.

“What exactly does Mr. Conrad

do it

at this time was slightly puzzled after drinking, she still could keenly realize the

is no need for me

ignore me, what is your purpose of doing

you, I just let