My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

"You're still acting tough?"

Devina glared at the bartender. She was furious that he had the nerve to talk back to Dustin without even a hint of fear.

He was just a mere bartender. If he knew who he was messing with, he would probably wet himself on the spot.

"Yes, I spiked the drink! So?" The bartender smirked and met Devina's gaze without a shred of fear.

"Miss Devina, you're a regular here. You think I don't know what kind of person you are?" He raised his eyebrows at her. "Aren't you just trying to land yourself a rich guy? I'm doing you a favor."

Devina's face darkened.

Yes, she wanted money, but she had her own standards. She refused to be set up like this.

She was not looking to be some rich man's disposable mistress. Instead, she wanted to marry into wealth.

"Shut up! Don't insult me like that!" she snapped at the bartender furiously.

The bartender let out a cold chuckle.

"Do you even know who told me to spike your drink?" he asked.

"Who?" Devina demanded.

"Me." A voice came from the side.

Devina turned her head and saw a fat man with a pot belly striding toward her.

"Mr. Henson..." She recognized him. He was a businessman with a net worth of a few million dollars.

"Miss Devina, you know Mr. Henson well enough. He's got his eye on you.

Spending some time with him wouldn't be a bad deal, would it?" The bartender grinned.

"That's right,” Mr. Henson grinned and revealed a set of yellowed teeth. “Devina, I like you very much. Name your price."

The two of them played this game without an ounce of shame.

Devina trembled in anger.

Yes, she was after money, and she wanted to marry into wealth, but a man like this was not even worth considering.

"You're disgusting! How dare you? This is illegal, and I'm suing you!" she shouted in rage.

Their smiles vanished instantly.

"Sue me?" Brad Henson sneered.

"You stupid b*tch, stop playing hard

to get. We all know what sort of

woman

you are. You just want

money, don't you? Well, I've got plenty!"

With that, he whipped out a wad of cash and tossed it in front of her.

"Is that enough? If not, there's more!" He threw another stack.

Devina was livid.

Did he think she had not seen wealth before?

Dustin was sitting right next to them.

Compared to Dustin, Brad was a nobody. Where did he get the confidence to act like this?

"Haha..."

Dustin chuckled. He was visibly amused.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Brad glared at him darkly.

"You little punk, if you hadn't ruined my plans, I wouldn't have had to step in!" he barked angrily.

"Is this your first time here, kid?" The

bartendernoveldrama

sneered. "There are some

things you shouldn't meddle ing

unless you have a dea

Dustin chuckled again.

"Interesting..." he said.

He had been in a bad mood, and this was getting very entertaining.

"You've got a death wish..." Dustin's dismissive attitude irritated Brad and the bartender. They glared at him murderously as their eyes filled with ill intent.

"Ha! Do you two even know who he is?" Devina smirked.

"Oh? Are you saying this punk has some kind of status? Go on, enlighten me,"

said Brad and scoffed.

"Hmph, listen up! He's the real owner of Majestic Hotel! He's someone you can't afford to cross!" Devina declared proudly.