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13. Whatever you ask for

Collete dances so seductively, his sexy body surfing freely in France's mind. France wanted to grab him, hold Collete's body and wouldn't let him go just for him. France will kiss her, kiss Collete's red lips. France wanted to touch Collette's groin with her lips. Oliver walked to the stage and pulled out a wiggle of money and then threw it high into the air until it collapsed like a rain of money. His father's money throw dawned on France of his perverted daydreams on Collete. Yue watched France, watching France's face look sharply at Oliver. His father gave the saweran to Collete.

" What are you doing?" France was impatient with her father's behavior.

" That's a sign of ownership. They'll remember that I spent money on Collete" Oliver said.

" Which means you're after Collete, not me Dad" France took a deep breath this time.

" All chasing Collete, France" Oliver forces France to look around.

" Fuck" France swore. What Oliver said is true only France has forgotten this.

" Yue, find a way that we can urge Collete to join the show on your father's island later." France is very frustrated. Pursuing a woman alone until it has to be like this is difficult.

" Good sir"

France raised his hand, he chose to enjoy a drink at the club. Oliver's just a head-scalp. Opening the club has finished the atmosphere at the club the more wild the night. Champagne girls approached the guests to be persuaded to buy a lot of drinks. Collete also sometimes controls the state of the club to remain conducive. Collete accidentally greets the two Richman who are drinking happily.

" Do you like to drink?" Collete greets France.

" No, I just want to listen to "France's music talking with a smile. Oliver was with the Baileys and Sherry drinking together.

" Do you want me to drink?" Collete offered himself.

" Just if you force it. I don't want you to be away from your fans just for accompanying me to a drink" France pretended not to be interested in Collete. In his heart he was happy until he wanted to faint.

" All right, what do you want to order?" Collete sat near France, Yue moved away. Give his master time to chat with Collete.

" You got Macallan ?" france's mood is in full bloom now. Ordering a drink for billions won't make him poor. His father had paid hundreds of millions of dollars.

" What is that?" Collete was confused by the name of the drink ordered by France. This is the first time Collette has heard of a drink called Macallan.

" The Macallan is famous among drinkers. It only costs a few billions." France smiled sweetly.

" I'm afraid we don't provide Macallan, Mr. Richman. How about I order it?" collete's face flushed. Of course Marry does not sell Macallan, because the price of the discotheque only if sold at least a billion.

" Well if you force it" France resigned.

" Baileys, please bring some expensive and delicious drinks for Mr. Richman" Collete smiled sweetly at his colleague.

" Alright, you've been drinking Collete a lot. You don't drink anymore" Baileys warns Collete because he loves her.

" You're so nice" Collete said. France who heard this was not surprised by Collete. Working in a bar would definitely make him an alcoholic.

" This place is good for my maturity, sir" Collete subtly refused. Shortly thereafter waitress brought several bottles of the drink to France's table.

" What about my father's offer? have you thought about it?" France took the match in Collete's hands. Then turn it on for Collete.

" Thank you" Collete sucked his nicotine.

" May I know how much money is on offer for me?" Collete raised his chin.

" whatever you ask" France began chugging his drink.

Collete enters his own mind, deep down, wanting a quiet life on the beach near his mother's grave. Collete wants to go to school again, Collete is interested in international relations if he can go to college with his own money. But Collete finds it difficult to achieve because first Collete must escape Marry's grip and be safe from his father, Andreas. Collete also wants to get married, but which man will. A dirty woman alcoholic.

" I don't know, sir, I'm not sure what I'm asking for" Collete turned off his new cigarette the number of times he smoked it. Then take a glass and have a drink with France. But France held his hand.

" Why do you seem to be covering something up. When it wants out of your sweet lips. You swallowed it like you swallowed this trashy drink. " France shook Collete's hand violently. Collete is not a problem with the treatment from France because he often gets a much rougher treatment than this.

" You don't know me, sir. So let's just say I'm a piece of trash that stained your eyesight" Collete scratched at the nape of his neck that didn't itch.

" All right, let's see how hard you're holding back from drinking the drinks on this table." France put a wad of money on the table. Collette looked at him with a smile. The money can be used to give bonuses to the girls of the dancer later. Collete just needs to be patient to resist not drinking a drink at the table.

" Let's just say I want to sing on your father's private island. Can I get a down payment first?" Collete tried to find other talk to buy time. Collete tries to smile, and grabs the nicotine and bites it in his tempting mouth.

" When do you want me to give you the advance? tonight, tomorrow?" France is negotiating with its business colleagues. When it comes to negotiations, France is the champion.

" Morrow sir" Collete smiled, but sweat drenched his body. France sees these symptoms again. Yue also noticed Collete.

Little Collete yelled, "pardon me, forgive me" sobs little Collete not heard by Andreas. The big man picked up the belt behind the door. Collete yells again "don't papa, get sick. Papa's pain" little Collete cried shut his eyes.

" Are you okay?" France grabs Collete's hand, Oliver realizes that his son is worried about something. Oliver also approached, but as much as possible did not attract too much attention.

" France, what's wrong with Collete?" Oliver examined Collete's sweaty face.

" We bet Collete doesn't drink anymore. But he's just as pale as this." France sat tousling her hair.

Little Collete ran down the aisle, looking for a place to hide. His hands were full of blood. It was his own blood, his forehead bleeding from the blunt force blow from his father. How fast Collete screamed in pain, Andreas did not care. Collete, who was sitting in a chair near France, was covered in sweat, his eyes emitting a very poignant sadness. His face was pale, and tears began to pour out from the tip of Collete's eyes.

France wanted to hug her, but in front of her father. It felt France's prestige was much higher than her love for Collete. But rather than her father hugging Collete she thought. He better do it. France grabs Collette's body, but it's too late. Collete was unconscious.

Collete's stupor caused other visitors to panic. The girls worked extra hard to appease the other visitors. They agreed that Collete did not feel well and fell unconscious. The chaos in the bar is of course known by Marry. One of the bar clerks called Marry explaining what was going on.