The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Lyla was so excited that she turned to the bartender and shouted, “Ten bottles of Dom Perignon! Please!”

The bartender put his hand to his mouth and shouted, “Mr. Lennon ordered ten bottles of Dom Perignon. 16 bottles of Dom Perignon in total!”

16 bottles of Dom Perignon!

That’s over 20,000 dollars!

Lyla instantly surpassed Lara. She was elated as she kept raising her chin at Lara.

Lara was so smug earlier but was now fuming.

Leaning against Mr. Mill, she wriggled her body, making Mr. Mill flustered. Even his face began to redden.

“Mr. Mill, I want more champagne… Shall we have ten bottles of Dom Perignon too?”

Staring at Lara’s chest, Mr. Mill’s mouth moved involuntarily. ”Come… Give me ten f*cking bottles of Dom Perignon!”

shouted, “Mr. Mill added ten more Dom Perignon bottles,

Lara instantly outperformed Lyla.

that, she immediately turned to Vivian and

while Vivian had a

you want…” Vivian said quickly so that Lyla would not call

a good thing he did not know anyone here. Otherwise, how horrible would it be if he was seen with an 18-year-old girl holding his arm and calling

commander and Guardian God of war would be

yelled to the bartender, “Ten more

”We’ll add ten bottles

“Ten more bottles!”

“We want 20 bottles!”

“30 bottles!”

a standoff, and the bottles of Dom Perignon both parties ordered had filled their tables. There was no room for the new Dom Perignon

in the nightclub unknowingly surrounded Lyla and Lara, watching them battle

at Lyla angrily and said, ”Wench, do you really want to compete with me?

Dom Perignon. And we ordered 65 bottles of Dom Perignon. We have one more than you. What are you so proud