Chapter 88 Winston Belasco

"Mind your own business!" the young boy said.

The teenage boy, who was half a head taller than Celeste, stood up and effortlessly grabbed the bottle.

However, as he tilted it, more than half of the champagne spilled out and drenched Celeste.

"Oh no," Celeste quickly reached for the tissue box on the table as those upstairs watched.

Celeste helplessly looked at her soaked gown.

The host hadn't even arrived, and her dress was already ruined. She regretted meddling in the first place.

The young boy was also flustered. He looked at her apologetically.

"I'll take you to change into something else, and then I'll buy you a new one," he quickly proposed a solution.

"Oh, there's no need," Celeste hurriedly refused.

She couldn't let a high school student spend money on her.

"Just stop drinking, be a good boy, and drink more milk to grow taller. I'll leave now."

She wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up. However, the young boy grabbed her arm.

"I have plenty of money. I can afford