Chapter 22 He Is Fly as F*ck (2)

"Yes, Mr. Lu!"

Money is power!

All kinds of patrons come and go in a seven-star hotel like the Grand Dynasty. But no waiter present wasn't silently impressed by James Lu. He is fly as f*ck!

Looking at the red wine being poured into decanters like waterfalls, Theodore Chao felt like he could hardly breathe. They weren't pouring wine, they were pouring his blood!

If Elizabeth Liang still hadn't figured out what James was doing, she would have to be unbelievably stupid. She recalled he said that they were going to dine and dash, and he brought her to a styling studio then came here. At this moment, looking at Theodore's ghostly pale face and the table covered in food as well as the wine being poured out non-stop, and thinking of that day in the Liang mansion and how he watched everything unfold and betrayed her, Elizabeth had to admit that she felt extraordinarily delight.

Elizabeth looked at the man next to her. She knew that James was being immature and rid