Chapter 332 The Provocation Method
"Probably has to do with your looks," Chloe, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.
"What?" Lola didn't understand.
"I said your simple romantic history is probably due to your looks. After all, beautiful women are often maliciously slandered, but ordinary women don't face such encounters. So, in that sense," Chloe looked Lola up and down with a smile, "not being outstanding in appearance isn't necessarily a bad thing."
Oliver spat out his drink, coughing uncontrollably.
Lola was visibly upset by Chloe's cold remark.
"Elsa's scandal is well-known because of her messy relationships, and since you two are friends, birds of a feather flock together," she retorted.
The men around couldn't stay calm; it was clear to everyone that Lola was deliberately provoking.
"We're all classmates and alumni, what's going on here?" one of them said. "Lola, say less."
Another whispered in Elsa's ear, "This gathering was organized by her. She likes Oliver and went crazy seeing you talk to him. Just ignore her."
So that was how it was.
Elsa and Chloe exchanged a glance and sat on either side of Oliver.
"I heard your family is in finance. Are you in the same field now?"
"Oliver, didn't you used to train in fencing in high school? Have you kept it up these past few years?"
"What kind of drink do you like?"
They surrounded Oliver, chatting non-stop in low voices, just loud enough for the three of them to hear.
Oliver liked Chloe. After a few drinks, his face was flushed, and his eyes sparkled when he looked at Chloe.
Lola couldn't stay calm.
"Oliver, I didn't drive today. Can I catch a ride with you later?" she asked, walking over.
Oliver thought for a moment, "I can have my driver take you home first."
He then turned to Chloe, "Did you drive?"
At that moment, the door to the private room opened.
A person in a manager's uniform came in with two bottles of expensive wine.
"Ms. Miller, these are from the gentleman in the next room."
There was a collective gasp.
"These bottles must be worth tens of thousands of dollars each, right?"
"Elsa, you're something else."
"Which suitor sent these?"
Good-natured teasing filled the room. Elsa knew exactly who had sent them.
Lola's face turned even uglier. She had just mocked Elsa, and now a man from the next room was showering her with gifts, making Lola look like a jealous clown.
"Have they paid the bill?" Elsa asked, her eyes twinkling.
"The wine has been charged to the account," the hotel manager replied.
"Is this the most expensive wine here? How much is it?"
"$39,800 per bottle."
"Does everyone want to drink it?" Elsa turned to ask the group.
"Of course, we do! Such good wine, and it's from Elsa's suitor. We'd love to try it," someone immediately chimed in.
"I've never had such expensive wine," another added.
Elsa smiled slightly, "Leave the wine. Tell the gentleman there's no need to treat us; I'll pay for it."
"That's not right. This isn't your gathering. It's rude to outshine the host," Chloe quickly interjected, "It would embarrass Lola. We shouldn't drink it; let's send it back."
"Don't spoil the fun. If I say I'll pay, I'll pay," Elsa insisted.
"Lola, don't take it to heart. You work hard for your money."
Everyone turned to look at Lola. Already overshadowed by Elsa, she couldn't stay calm: "It's just two bottles of whiskey. Since I organized this gathering, of course, I'll pay. I was just about to say the previous wine wasn't to my taste. Let's open these."
"How generous of you," Elsa said with a slight smirk, "Thank you for the treat."
Everyone there was well-off, but not all were willing to drink whiskey worth tens of thousands of dollars. Chloe came from the wealthiest family, Elsa the poorest, and Lola was somewhere in the middle. Today, out of spite, she ended up being the fool.
The moment the bottles were opened, she regretted it but had to keep up appearances.
"$40,000 a bottle really does taste better," Chloe, who owned a club and had seen and tasted everything, exaggeratedly praised, making Elsa laugh.
Meanwhile, Luke was standing in the hallway, smoking, and listening to the hotel manager's report, feeling his temples throb.
What was she up to now? And teaming up with Chloe?
That girl who organized the gathering must have done something excessive. Otherwise, someone as considerate as Elsa wouldn't let her pay.
As Luke was thinking, the door to the private room opened, and Elsa walked out in seven-centimeter heels, a look of triumphant joy on her face.
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