Meanwhile, Dexter went to the bar, drowning all his anger with alcohol. A bar lady came to him.
"Hi Mr. Dexter, it has been a while since you came here." The woman immediately familiarly sat beside Dexter.
Dexter narrowed his eyes arrogantly at the woman, then switched to the glass filled with white wine in his hand. Slowly Dexter swung the contents of the glass, creating a small wave. "Can you find a woman to accompany me tonight?" Dexter asked coldly, without taking his eyes off the glass of the toying wine.
"What? What's wrong with you? You don't usually look for women. Never mind being approached by them, seeing them even within your eyes makes this little bar of mine not operating smoothly," Grizelle joked, the only one who could even become friends even Dexter's best friend in J country.
"I'm serious. I need one of your ladies to accompany me drinking."
Grizelle looked seriously at Dexter, and her gaze caught her friend being serious.
