Chapter 103 Don't Want to Talk to Fools
"Isla, your fiancé is so good to you..."
A recharge amount of ten million, and he agreed without hesitation.
Isla couldn't believe that Remy cared for her so much...
At that moment, a waiter passed by, and Remy politely stopped him to inquire about upgrading the private room.
Seeing his gentlemanly and elegant appearance, not only Isla, but a few female classmates also began to admire him.
It touched my heart...
"There is only one top-level private room, and tonight our boss wants to keep it for entertaining friends. I apologize, but you can consider the high-level or premium private rooms."
Remy secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Then the high-level private room it is."
"The high-level private room requires a deposit of over three million... "
"Yes, that's fine," Remy said gently. "Please help me open one first and let them rest inside. I will go with you to open the card."
"Alright, no problem. Please follow me."
Meanwhile…
Clare Fischer drove her multimillion-dollar sports car to the entrance of the club, twirling the car keys. She asked, "Where is Portman? Didn't they say he would personally park my car?"
"Madams have arrived. Forget about parking, I, Portman, would do anything for you!" The person speaking was the club owner, who came out to greet them upon receiving news of their arrival, unexpectedly appearing rugged and handsome.
Abella curved her lips. It had been a while, and this guy seemed even more rugged than before, exuding a bold aura from head to toe.
"How are things with your biological family?" Portman raised his chin and asked, "No one has been bullying you, right?"
The earring on his left ear was very eye-catching.
Abella calmly said, "Things are good."
"If there's any trouble, I'll take care of it for you."
"It's been a while, but your mouth is still so insolent! Don’t you have any manners to deal with someone like her?" Clare Fischer threw him the car keys and warned, "Drive carefully. If you scratch the car, you'll be responsible for the repair costs."
"Alright, alright, Madam!" Portman raised a mischievous smile. "If I damage it, I'll compensate you with a new one, Madam."
After Clare Fischer entered, she told Abella by her side, "You go to the private room first. I'll go take a look at this guy's top-notch collection!"
He had mentioned before while renovating the club that in his private lounge, there was a whole wall of priceless collections, all of them top-notch items.
"Sure, pick the expensive ones." Abella curved her lips.
"No problem!"
A nearby waiter twitched his mouth.
These two were true friends! It seemed that the boss was losing big tonight! Each item from that wall of priceless collections would cost a lot of money...
After Clare Fischer left, Abella followed the waiter towards the top-level private room. Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name.
"Abella?"
After Remy opened the card, he saw Abella's figure and tentatively called out to her. It really was her!
"What are you doing here?"
Remy took a few steps forward, suddenly remembering that there were job advertisements posted at the club entrance. He found it hard to believe. "You... you came to apply for a job?"
Abella almost smirked at the ignorant question.
"Don't you have enough money to spend?" Remy saw that she was wearing a designer outfit today and furrowed his brows slightly. With her spending habits, no amount of money would be enough.
"You're too extravagant. After leaving the Wilson family, you need to learn self-restraint."
Abella was getting irritated by the ridiculous lecture.
Is this person crazy???
"I'll accompany you to interview."
Isla went to attend a classmate gathering, and Remy had just handed her a card. Remy raised the card in his hand, as if it was a symbol of his wealth.
He thought Abella would be moved, and politely invited, "If you have time, let's hang out together?"
Abella didn't even bother to respond and turned to leave.
"Wait." Remy didn't expect this girl to ignore him, and there was a hint of embarrassment on his face. "Even if you are jealous of Isla being with me, you should at least have basic manners. Shouldn't you greet an old friend when you see one?"
Abella raised an irritated gaze. "I don't want to talk to an idiot. Any problem with that?"
"You... It's been only a few days, and your language has become vulgar. As the saying goes, 'One who keeps company with the wolves will learn to howl.' What kind of people have you been with to become like this?" Remy looked genuinely concerned.
Abella was truly amazed. "What kind of people I am with is none of your business! You live by the seaside, do you have to meddle in everything? If you're sick in the head, just take more medicine and don't come out causing trouble."
"You..." Remy was initially angry, but considering that she came out to apply for a job, and even accompanied so many old men, just to make a better living, he suddenly felt a bit sympathetic towards her.
"Do you have any difficulties? Speak up, I can help you."
Abella glanced at him dismissively. "You're crazy."
And then she walked away with the waiter.
Remy saw her heading towards the end of the hallway, where the top-notch private rooms were located. Could it be that she wasn't here to apply for a job as a waiter but to serve important people in the top private rooms?
Thinking like this, he suddenly realized why she didn't care about his three million card. It turned out that she was aiming for a bigger goal!
This must be it!
At that moment, the door to one of the VIP rooms opened, and Isla noticed Remy standing in the corridor. She asked with confusion, "Remy, are you done with the card? What are you looking at?"
Why does he seem a bit unhappy?
Following Remy's gaze, Isla saw a silhouette that resembled Abella's suddenly disappearing into one of the top private rooms.
She was taken aback and couldn't believe it. "Is that my sister? Is she here too?"
"A person with no self-respect." Remy's tone was displeased. Isla understood that it must be Abella for sure, otherwise Remy wouldn't be angry!
To prove his speculation, Remy called a passing waiter, "Can I ask if your club has any special services?"
"Special services?" The waiter thought for a moment and said, "We have quite a few, which kind would you like, sir?"
There were entertainment, relaxation, and sports categories, and each category had many different types...
All of them were quite fun.
Remy tightened his fist. As expected, Abella was here to serve important people in the top private rooms!
Thinking like this, he became even angrier and gritted his teeth as he told the waiter, "There's nothing, you can go."
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