After entering the bar, Sharon went straight to the bar counter and ordered a glass of wine.
As soon as she sat down, someone came over and chatted up, "Lady, are you alone?"
"Yes." Sharon replied with a smile.
The man said, "It's the fate that brings us together.Shall I treat you a drink?"
As he spoke, he gestured at the bartender and said, "Give this lady a Blue Margaret."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and slender man appeared beside him.
"If you love to pay the bill, how about buying me a drink? I'm alone, too."
The man was speechless.
This guy must have something wrong.Jameson leaned against the counter and blocked Sharon.He lightly tapped the counter with his slender fingers.
"What's wrong? You only buy women drinks?"
The man forced an awkward smile and patted his shoulder.
"Of course not.Since it is the New Year, I can buy you a drink and make friends with you.What do you want? Just order.’ Jameson said, "Thank you."
After saying that, he looked at the bartender and said, "A glass of Louis XIII."
The bar was surprised, and then said, "Sir, Louis XIlIl is not sold by glass."
"I Know.Open a six-liter bottle and give me one glass.The rest is for the guests who come alone.It's on this sir."
The man's expression froze.
He said unhappily, "Are you here to cause trouble?"
Louis XIII was a top-notch French brandy.
Even hundreds of milliliters cost tens of thousands, let alone six liters.
It would cost at least hundreds of thousands.
He even didn't taste it himself.
‘This guy must have done it on purpose!’ Jameson said indifferently, "Can't you afford it? If so, don't pretend to be rich."
Just as the man was about to get angry, Jameson took out a black card from his wallet and handed it to the bartender, "Open a bottle for him.It's on my treat."
Then he said to the man, "Some beauty in this world is beyond your reach.The most sensible way is to cut the loss in time.This lesson is for free.You're welcome.”
If the man didn't see Jameson take out a limited edition black card and open a bottle of Louis XIII without hesitation, he would definitely beat him on the face.
Seeing Jameson's extraordinary bearing, the man thought that this rich man wanted to flirt, so he left with embarrassment.
The bartender trembled as he held the black card, "Sir, we don't have a six-liter here..."
Jameson said, "Give me the same as hers."
"OK."
After the bartender returned the black card, he heaved a sigh of relief.
He worked here for a long time and saw quite a few rich second generation, but he had never seen anyone who opened a six-liter bottle of Louis XIII to treat others.
Jameson sat down beside Sharon, but it seemed that he still didn't want to talk to her.
Sharon ignored him as she looked at her phone.
Not long after, the bartender gave them the wine.
Sharon took a sip.
It was sweet at first, but then it was also a little hot.
This was the first time she drank such a strong wine, so she couldn't stop coughing.
Originally, she wanted to go home, but she couldn't vent her anger.
Then she drank all the wine at one go.
After that, Sharon felt hot and her cheeks were burning, not knowing if it was because there were too many people and it was too stuffy.
She checked the time and it was almost time to go back.
After leaving the bar, Sharon shivered in the cold wind.
She took out her phone and called Tiffany.
"Tiffany, what are you doing?"
"I'm watching the Spring Festival Gala.It is so boring ...Are you still at Trey's house? When will you be back?"
Sharon said, "No, I'm at the bar.I can't get a taxi.I'll send you an address.Come pick me up."
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