"Miss Radcliffe!"
Osby Michael raised his glass, looking at Quella Radcliffe with lecherous eyes, "In all the years I've been in the business, it's the first time I've felt that there are angels in this world!"
"Mr. Michael, cut the poetry, drink up!"
Dimitri Leopold too could hardly contain himself, urgently wanting to intoxicate the two of them.
But before that, he needed to get his hands on a sum of money, the benefits fee given by Quella Radcliffe.
After all, it's not just a free ride, he was also going to take several million from Quella Radcliffe.
When the truth comes to light, if Quella Radcliffe wants to establish a foothold in Gonzalez City, she'll have to swallow the loss without complaint.
"One drink for one million, Miss Radcliffe, you decide! Bran Cook gave us twenty million, if you drink twenty drinks, then this matter is settled for today."
