Chapter 120: The Pricey Artifacts

As a man whose father was a high-up government official, reputation was incredibly important, especially in the presence of beauties. You want wine? Fine, I'll give you some! "Waiter, send them another ten bottles of Lafite Rothschild!" Reg gestured grandly, exuding dominance. Hearing this, Gary's heart skipped a beat. He didn't believe that Reg would foot the wine bill separately; in the end, it would likely be charged to him. One bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild cost four thousand, but eleven bottles would be fourty four thousand. Adding the emerald bracelets he'd just gifted, damn, they hadn't even finished their meal and so much money gone! The waiter had worked in this restaurant for several years and could easily figure out who the real payer was. She looked at Gary with a questioning glance. Reg also turned his gaze to Gary, his eyes narrowed, "Gary, it seems you do not agree?" "How could I? Waiter, follow Mr. Russel's instructions, send them another ten bottles," Gary