My Boss, My (Ex) Boyfriend
77. Winnowing
Club' Edelweis is a high-end nightclub that is reserved only for thick-pocketed people. Those who are allowed to enter are people who have signed up for membership cards with premium level services.
Club' Edelweis is more often used as a place to conduct closed business meetings or spend time with high alcoholic beverages than having fun with women.
This place respects the privacy of guests who come to visit. They will provide high-end services for alcohol, services, facilities, even comfort women who come from models and artists.
"Blue sea." Davin said after throwing his membership card at the courteous waitress standing in front of the entrance with some of the club's bodyguards'.
Davin walked haughtily, his cold face that looked unfriendly making the women retreating did not have the courage to approach.
Davin is a new guest at the club' Edelweis but tonight is his second visit at this venue.
The club's waiter already recognized Davin as an important guest who should not be mentioned. His boss once said that if Davin came to visit he had to provide the best service.
Therefore the club's waiter hurriedly chased Davin to offer comfort that could not be obtained at other clubs' nights in the city. "What you need-"
"No, need." Adit immediately pulled the servant's shoulder cold.
"My boss just wants to calm down. But if you insist on sending someone there, then you and the owner of this place must inevitably receive a warm greeting from my boss." Threatening Adit indifferently with no intention of staying any longer to watch the waiter's ridiculous reaction.
Adit walked lightly following Davin's steps, behind him a bunch of black-clad bodyguards with flat faces followed. They passed the servant without giving a face. Trained steps and dull expressions on their faces showed that Davin's bodyguard was not just anyone.
They seemed to be from a military camp, but was it possible?
"Gosh, it's appropriate for the boss to warn me not to offend him." Whisper the waiter with a body shudder in horror.
Not wanting to stay any longer, he then went back out to greet the other guests.
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"Sir, what do you want to drink?" The bartender's voice draws Davin from the reverie.
Davin waved his hand asking the bartender to leave immediately and be replaced by one of his experienced bodyguards who had also obtained the bartender's official certificate.
"As usual, sir?" Ask the polite bodyguard who is now transformed into a bartender.
"88 percent." His ink made the bartender's hand gesture freeze. He looked back at Adit doubtfully.
Adit took a long breath.
"70 percent." Adit's word makes Davin cluck not like it.
Davin has been a drunk since parting ways with Rein. His life became worse and he also liked to go out and go club' night to get drunk. Even in his house Davin prepared a spacious room containing various bottles of alcohol from certain brands. He was very difficult to control himself at that time. However, as Adit was beside him, the habit began to be controlled and Davin slowly began to reduce his hangover habit to the stage where he no longer touched.
But since coming to this city and meeting Rein, this great boss has twice lost control. Drowning in alcohol that snared the neck.
"You are my subordinate now." Davin reminded him sharply.
"Sir, in your home now there is Rein and the young Master. I don't think they'd like to see you come home drunk."
Davin was silent, the shadow of Rein's face when angry and the shadow of Tio's face while laughing began to fill his mind again.
"40 percent." He relented to both of his loved ones but his current tightness of feeling demanded to be eliminated immediately which is why he still wanted to drink alcohol.
Adit nodded in satisfaction. He then ordered the bartender to prepare as soon as possible.
It didn't take long for Davin's drink to finally be ready. Davin immediately drank it in one gulp and asked again. This continued over and over again until he finally became calmer. Davin stared at the alcoholic drink in front of him, his sharp attention was staring at the glass but his mind had drifted away that year.
The year he lost someone he loved.
The Flash Back On
Plaques
The sound of a loud slap resounded loudly within the family room. Make people who are now gathering watch the show shrewdly close their mouths to hide the smile on their lips.
"What the fuck!" The middle-aged man, the perpetrator who had slapped the tall, handsome young man, threw dozens of photos of lovers taken from various points of view.
The expression of the tall young man instantly changed when he saw his picture and the lover being thrown violently onto the floor. Frantically he crouched on the floor to collect the photos, photos that were taken secretly and without his permission but were very important to him.