Chapter 35

The stoic-looking man dressed in a suit pushed his way into the bar, looking out of place compared to the rest of the guests in the tavern. His outfit seemed more likely to appear in high-end places where gentries gather, rather than their bar. But, of course, who would know what the rich were thinking. Maybe they just wanted to have a little taste of the city-style tavern. The bartender put on his classic smile and greeted, "Welcome to..." Stella tapped her glass with dissatisfaction, as she said, "Who are you welcoming? You haven't poured me my glass of wine! Hurry up!" The bartender had no choice but to patiently coax the alcoholic. "Miss, there is no wine anymore. We are closing soon." "Liar! Why don't I have wine when the rest do?" The alcoholic was not easy to fool, and the bartender had an idea when he saw the owner of the Bugatti coming over. "We are really out of wine. This gentleman over here had bought all the wine. Why don't you come back tomorrow?" Stella frowned and