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.”

not attainable. Stopping in time to avoid loss is the most

the man saw him take out the limited black card without even blinking and ask the bartender to open a bottle of Louis XIII, at this time, his fist would have

and knew that this was a game for rich people. So, he could

black card, “Si…sir, we don’t

the same glass of

“Alright.”

the hot black

many rich dudes. But, he had never

to Stella as if he still

with her phone and

bartender brought their glasses of

sweetness and the astringent taste,

drank such strong wine and she could not help but cough several

to go home but she could not hold back her anger. So, she finished the glass of

if it was because the air here was too stuffy or because there were too many

a look at the clock. It was

Stella felt the cold wind after leaving the bar, she shivered and felt a little dizzy. She took out her phone and dialled Sherry’s number,

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

at the bar. I can’t take a cab.

I’m going out

the other end of the phone, followed by an indifferent male

able to figure out the whole sentence. It should almost be like, “She is with me, if you

drank at night so

said this sentence seriously and then quickly hung up

…

was expressionlessly looking at Clarence, “Give me

gaze, Clarence, however, calmly put her phone into his pants

Stella was speechless.

“What exactly does Mr. Conrad want to

I do it if

this time was slightly puzzled after drinking, she still could keenly realize the trap in his

need for me to

willing to ignore me, what is

without haste, “I didn’t ignore you, I just