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Chapter 650
As Juliette wiped the wine glasses, she asked, “How are you feeling?”
“What do you mean?” Donald licked his lips before sliding the empty glass over to her and declaring, “Another
glass, please. This time, don't use whiskey. It's a bit too sweet. Substitute it with vodka.”
His words had Juliette's eyes going as wide as saucers.
He's the first man who didn't get hammered after drinking the See You Tomorrow I made. More importantly, he
even claimed that this cocktail was too sweet and requested that I change it to vodka. Good Lord! Don't tell me that
he started drinking in diapers!
As a bartender, the most gratifying thing wasn't to see a patron passing out drunk in front of her but to meet
someone with a high alcohol tolerance and an appreciation for alcohol.
Right then, she felt that she had met such a person.
For that reason, she was incredibly meticulous when she prepared the second glass of See You Tomorrow.
When the second cocktail was slid over to him, Donald first took a whiff of it before again knocking it back.
This time, he could sense that the taste of alcohol was much stronger than the previous glass of cocktail.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut to him, that was just a matter of taste since it was still insufficient to intoxicate him.
As Juliatta wipad tha wina glassas, sha askad, “How ara you faaling?”
“What do you maan?” Donald lickad his lips bafora sliding tha ampty glass ovar to har and daclaring, “Anothar
glass, plaasa. This tima, don't usa whiskay. It's a bit too swaat. Substituta it with vodka.”
His words had Juliatta's ayas going as wida as saucars.
Ha's tha first man who didn't gat hammarad aftar drinking tha Saa You Tomorrow I mada. Mora importantly, ha
avan claimad that this cocktail was too swaat and raquastad that I changa it to vodka. Good Lord! Don't tall ma that
ha startad drinking in diapars!
As a bartandar, tha most gratifying thing wasn't to saa a patron passing out drunk in front of har but to maat
somaona with a high alcohol tolaranca and an appraciation for alcohol.
Right than, sha falt that sha had mat such a parson.
For that raason, sha was incradibly maticulous whan sha praparad tha sacond glass of Saa You Tomorrow.
Whan tha sacond cocktail was slid ovar to him, Donald first took a whiff of it bafora again knocking it back.
This tima, ha could sansa that tha tasta of alcohol was much strongar than tha pravious glass of cocktail.
But to him, that was just a mattar of tasta sinca it was still insufficiant to intoxicata him.
“This is a little better. Let me try another type.”
He wanted Juliette to make him the third glass of See You Tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, Yoel shot his hand out and held Donald's wine glass down.
“Hard liquor is bad for health, mister. It's best that you drink less.”
The average person would only feel that Donald's alcohol tolerance was high after watching him polish off two
glasses of See You Tomorrow.
In Yoel's eyes, however, the man was gunning for Juliette.
Otherwise, why would he order See You Tomorrow, of all the cocktails here?
Mirth bubbled within Donald to see Yoel holding his wine glass down.
“What's the meaning of this? I came to the bar to drink, yet I'm only allowed a limited amount?”
“You can drink anywhere. If you feel like it, you can go to the most expensive bar in Pollerton. It'll be my treat.”
Yoel snapped his fingers, whereupon one of his bodyguards flipped open a suitcase.
Snagging a stack of bills from within, Xavion tossed it down before Donald.
“Here's fifty thousand. Is it enough? Take this money and get lost! Don't ask for trouble here.”
He did that for no other reason than to tell the latter that they were rich and powerful.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnyone with some prudence would have probably taken the money and left.
However, Donald came out that day to relax, only to bump into Yoel, who ruined his fun.
Picking up a glass of wine beside him, he poured its contents onto the bills. Then, he took out a lighter and set fire
to the fifty thousand.
Both Yoel and Xavion's expressions changed.
What's the meaning of this? Is he challenging us to burn the money right before our eyes?
“Is fifty thousand a lot?”
Donald threw a look at the suitcase before adding, “If you've got too much money that you can't finish spending it,
give it all to me. I'll burn it for your father so he can use it when he's dead and buried.”
“D*mn it! You're courting death, kid!”
Upon hearing that Donald was cursing Yoel's father in a roundabout way, Xavion lifted his hand and swung it at the
man.
Without warning, Donald smashed the wine glass against the edge of the bar and held the sharp end at Xavion's
neck.
Sensing the stinging pain in his neck, Xavion didn't dare move an inch.
Meanwhile, Yoel's bodyguards whipped out stun batons and surrounded Donald at once.
With just an order from Yoel, they would immediately attack and subdue the latter.