novelraw Chapter 383: Did you mistake me for someone else?
Chapter 383: Did you mistake me for someone else?
"It’s the explosion from last time that messed me up. I lay in the hospital for a week, couldn’t eat or sleep well, and had to busy myself with reopening. I accidentally lost over twenty kilos. Then I casually worked out a bit and got abs.""Then you turned misfortune into fortune! I didn’t expect you to be good-looking. Truly, every chubby person is a potential stock!"
Connor clicked his tongue in wonder, circling Jeremy Duff and touching him all over, even lifting his shirt to find the birthmark on his waist to confirm his identity.
Jeremy got goosebumps from being touched, "Don’t take advantage of me! I have plenty of beauties here. Touch them, why touch me!"
"Pfft, I already have a girlfriend! I’m not interested in them!"
Connor kicked him, "But now that you’ve become so handsome, sit down and join my Young Master in drinking!"
Jeremy’s calves trembled slightly as he cautiously asked, "Young Master Hunter, the beauties here are all lovely and skilled in singing and dancing. Aren’t you going to pick one?"
"No need, just you."
Harry Hunter poured himself a drink and downed it in one gulp. The contrast of icy fire in his stomach improved his mood a bit.
Jeremy had no choice but to send away his signature ladies, staying beside him, sometimes refilling drinks, sometimes telling jokes, trying to enliven the atmosphere.
He was quite adept at it, but today, he was accompanied by someone as cold as ice, rendering him unable to use even twenty percent of his efforts!
Furthermore, Harry was a heavy drinker. He drank three bottles alone but showed no signs of being drunk.
Seeing the table was empty of food and drinks, Jeremy immediately radioed for more, "Bring another five bottles of Eternal Poison! Fruit plates! Snacks! Desserts! Hurry up!"
Soon, a server pushed a cart inside.
Jeremy always felt Harry had a special fondness for him, so he took the liberty of leaving two servers with them to accompany the drinks.
But as they went through another round, Harry didn’t even glance at them, drinking cup after cup as if he was drinking himself to death!
"Eternal Poison" tastes first-class, and many love drinking it, but the homemade brew has strong after-effects. Jeremy was quite worried it would mess up Harry.
But since Connor hadn’t said anything, Jeremy dared not advise.
Frustrated, he hurriedly sent the two wooden servers away, asking the manager to bring in two more servers.
But even with replacements, Harry still didn’t react, and Jeremy refused to give up, changing another two.
This time, Harry looked at one of them, his Adam’s apple moved.
"Come here."
The server walked forward, head down, without saying a word.
Jeremy was sweating from anxiety, desperately signaling to the server, gesturing for her to quickly sit on Harry’s lap!
The server was heavily made up, her face caked with makeup, looking as if she wore a mask. Jeremy wouldn’t touch this type even if forced, but Harry seemed to like it!
The young, handsome elite’s taste is truly questionable!
But the server kept her head down, not following his direction, busy arranging empty bottles and fruit plates beside Harry.
Harry held back for a while, finally couldn’t anymore, stretched out his long fingers, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his embrace.
The heavily made-up server gasped, smudging her makeup all over his expensive suit, dirtying it.
Harry remained indifferent, his voice cold, "Why did you come out here?"
"What do you mean come out here? I’m a server here, did you mistake me for someone else?"