Hearing the thug's yell, a burly bald man strode out from a nearby bar. "Who is it?"

When he glanced behind the thug and saw who it was, he promptly picked up a tablecloth and flung it at the thug's face. "You piece of shit! You can't even recognize Mr. Lawrence just because you took a few sips?! I told you to quit drinking already, but you just won't listen! And don't think you're dragging me into your mess!"

"Mr. Lawrence... Who?" The thug on the floor obviously had not come to his senses.

When he did, he promptly knelt in front of Frank. "I'm so, so sorry, Mr. Lawrence... I didn't recognize you! Bravo Lambert even told us that everything is on the house if you ever visit—"

"Just go," Frank snapped, not interested in taking it out with the thug since he was drunk and incoherent. "And don't try to hit on the ladies like you did, or you're dead if you caught me.”

The thug was completely sober at Frank's scary threat and scrambled to run away.

Mr.

simply smiled as he pointed at his booth

"Sure," Noel replied.

not being gracious either and ordered two of the most expensive cocktails as soon as she

in her usual good mood, since she did not frequent

as she chugged her

pink as she smiled at Frank. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure,

"I've recently established a

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