The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Moxxi finally calmed down at that and made a call.

Soon, the chauffeur entered with six bottles of Dom Perignon P3 and two bottles of Romanee-Conti.

The manager had heard that those were the best champagnes and red wine, and anything else paled in comparison. Still, it was the first time he had seen those, and he was certainly shocked by Frank, Jada, and Moxxi's extravagance.

Thank goodness that he had good judgment and quickly saw that those three had more money to spend than the rest.

And he was not about to let them slip!

Moxxi then said, "I'm not good with numbers, so just give a number. I'd never refuse!"

The manager was certainly aware that Frank, Jada and Moxxi did not lack money, but he was not about to con them either.

That's just not how one should operate a business

he should instead suck up to

them properly for a steady income. Why kill a golden goose?

"How about five grand and your friendship?"

Moxxi chuckled. "You're not worried about taking the loss?"

A Dom Perignon P3 was around eight grand, and the Romanee-Conti could cost upward of twenty. As such, even if it was just ten percent, the corkage fee was definitely way over five grand-the manager and the club would be taking a serious loss, even if it was just spare change for Frank, Jada, and Moxxi!

Nonetheless, the manager smiled. "I won't lie—there's no reason to feel hurt over a couple grand, not when we could gain patrons like you. Just come by more often."

Moxxi smirked in turn-they always said being nice gets one nowhere, but now that she thought about it, it got one anywhere!

Even if the manager was perfectly neutral as he spoke, it left people with warm and fuzzy feelings. They would definitely drop by more often for such hospitality, and such was the perks of being nice.

Moreover, they were even nicer abroad, or people would not be spending their life savings to leave the country.

Moxxi then nodded. "Alright, five grand it is! We'll be dropping by often as your friends too!"

"Of course!"

Moxxi left to swipe her card at the counter and returned grinning. "There's still plenty of potential left in the country!"

Jada smiled in turn. "You just haven't met the real deal yet. They're way more amazing than that manager."

Moxxi nodded. "Alright, don't just sit there. Drink up!"

Jada then popped open a Dom Perignon P3, pouring everyone a full glass.

Moxxi smiled in wry

amusement-that was not how one drank champagne, though drinking like it was water was amusing i

way.

It was understandable for the

in a

average person, since they might not know how to wine and dine, but

Jada was really not an average person.

How could she not know what she was doing? This had to be deliberate! "Are you trying to get on my nerves, Ms. Turin?" she asked. "So that I'd look pretentious in front of Mr. Frankton?"

Jada smiled. "Surely that's a misunderstanding. I know Mr.

V

Frankton better than you do, and he doesn't like anything ostentatious, if

you

catch my drift?"

While Moxxi was skeptical, Jada exclaimed, "Come on! Let's drink up-those

guys might not actually show up anyway!"noveldrama

Just as Jada finished, the trio raised their glasses.

At the same time, the noisy music stopped as the lights dimmed.

Soon, it lit up again, and an innocent looking lady was standing on stage, holding

the microphone and smiling at everyone!

"Alright!" The crowd cheered.

Moxxi was left confused. "She's really nothing to brag about. What's got them so excited?"