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Chapter 1952

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!"

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The bartender immediately shouted, "Mr. Mill added ten more Dom Perignon bottles, making up 20 bottles of Dom

Perignon!"

Lara instantly outperformed Lyla.

When Lyla saw that, she immediately turned to Sean and called him "Daddy ■

Zander was dumbfounded, while Sean had a headache.

"Order, order, order. Order whatever you want.”

Sean said quickly so that Lyla would not call him that anymore.

It was 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 him "Daddy"?

The reputation of a nine-star commander and Guardian God of war would be destroyed!

Lyla let out a contented laugh and yelled to the bartender, "Ten more Dom Perignon!"

Lara also immediately shouted, "We'll add ten bottles too!"

"Ten more bottles!"

"We want 20 bottles!"

"30 bottles!"

Lara and Lyla were locked in a standoff, and the bottles of Dom Perignon both parties ordered had filled their

tables.

There was no room for the new Dom Perignon bottles, so they were placed on the empty table nearby.

The people in the nightclub unknowingly surrounded Lyla and Lara, watching them battle in excitement.

Holding an unopened bottle of Dom Perignon, Lara pointed it at Lyla angrily and said, "Wench, do you really want to

compete with me? I'm telling you, you're not qualified!"

Lyla laughed and said, "Lara, you ordered 64 bottles of Dom Perignon. And we ordered 65 bottles of Dom Perignon.

We have one more than you. What are you so proud of? It's time to give up your seat!"

Lara's hands began to shake when she heard this.

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She immediately turned to look at Mr. Mill and commanded, "Eugene, continue ordering!"

Eugene stared at Lara's beautiful fair legs and muttered, "But... But I don't have any money left... I'm afraid I don't

have enough money with me..."

"It doesn't matter. We keep bar tabs. You can keep it on your tab and pay us back later. If you can't pay us, we can

ask your father for money."

Lara said as she took out a phone and showed a photo.

It was a photo of Lara leaving against Eugene, and Eugene was repeatedly groping her.

"You better do what I say now, or I'll send this photo to your father. Tell me, how would your father punish you if he

saw you in a nightclub and were hooking up with me?"

With that said, the smile on Lara's face became sinister.

Eugene shuddered and showed a look of fear.

"Wait. I'll order now. Don't send the photo to my father..."

The panicked Eugene had no idea why Lara had his father's contact information, but that was not important, of

course.

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