
There are six female guests at Table 6.
Obviously young college students, the women all appear sexy, mature, and bring beautiful charm to them.
The one named Sister Xabi downed a bottle of beer at once before hugging her best friend, who was sitting next to her.
“Sara, what's wrong with you? You haven't broadcast live for the past two days, and you're very sullen and depressed. You're usually happiest when we're at the bar! You can always tell me if something is wrong. ”
“Saudari Xabi, do you think the hidden rich heiress exists? He clearly looked like a poor person who had no money at all. He might actually be very rich in secret. And I mean really, really, rich!”
The person sitting there was none other than Sara, who had just gotten a slap in the face.
He couldn't help but sound very depressed.
"Ha huh! Of course, there are always people like that out there. This, however, is very rare. Another situation that could rule out that possibility is if the person is narcissistic. Such people take massive loans just to make them look rich and powerful. In fact, these are usually poor people!” answer Sister Xabi.
Sister Xabi seems to come from a relatively rich background.
Sara nodded loudly.
“Yes, Sister Xabi. According to my observations, this person must be a serious narcissist! I wondered and looked into his background, and I discovered that he had won the lottery. Maybe he's rich just because of that, but he really likes to show off!”
“Do not take such a person so seriously! Come on, let's have a drink! He will definitely become poor again sooner or later!”
Those words could not help but make Sara feel a little relieved.
Frankly, it had been a full day but he was as anxious as he was.
He had absolutely no appetite to eat or drink and even felt the wine was bland.
It's all because of Gerald!
He got a hard slap across his face that morning, not to mention finding out about how exactly Gerald could be Mr. Crawford's.
Lamborghini might be his!
Sara really did not understand how she could become the owner of that car. If Gerald was really rich, why was he constantly bullied?
That doesn't make any sense at all.
Maybe it was just a coincidence. The owner of the Lamborghini may be someone else and Gerald could have gone somewhere else.
Sara's mood has improved greatly after a barrage of persuasion and persuasion by Sister Xabi.
Gerald was already there with the beer.
He put it down before turning around to leave.
"Damn! You stop there! Who do you call lassie?” sister Xabi asked furiously.
Girl groups are usually open-minded and open-minded. However, they are all very sensitive in terms of this term.
A server actually calls them 'classies?'
What did he mean when he called them like that? It was clear by itself.
Gerald was also surprised by the unnecessary reply.
She did not think too much of the term, only greeting a group of beautiful girls in miniskirts with a friendly-sounding demeanor.
Looking at the way they dressed and judged their age, it was all in good spirits that he called them that way.
He really did not expect such a thing could cause trouble.
“It. I'm really sorry. Pardon me! I made a mistake! Your beer. Please enjoy it, ” Gerald apologized wholeheartedly with a slight bow.
When he lifted his head, he was shocked when he saw her.
As for the girl, she was also stunned when she saw Gerald.
“Gerald!”
“Sara?”
It was completely unavoidable for the enemy to cross paths!
Sara just talked about Gerald, but she didn't really expect him to show up here.
Worse, why did Gerald become a server at Zero Point Bar? Ha ha! Shouldn't he be very rich?
Sara had no idea why she felt such a completely different pleasure when she saw him in this state.
He then sees that Gerald is preparing to leave again.
“Gerald, don't go first. After all, I've been considered an acquaintance by now, right? Ha ha! Don't you think we should discuss something?”