The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 2315

Looking at the bottles of expensive wines placed at the booth, the onlookers
around broke into another round of discussion.

"Everyone, let's welcome Young Master Yaleton!"

The DJ on stage also shouted at the top of their lungs.

People numbed by alcohol were most likely to be incited. As the DJ roared,
everyone on the dance floor cheered for Young Master Yaleton.

"Young Master Yaleton! Young Master Yaleton! Young Master Yaleton!"

As they shouted, Sebastian's smile grew more triumphant and confident.

He glanced around at the somewhat frenzied crowd with a flicker of disdain.

As the heir of the Yaleton family, he would not want to embarrass himself at such
atime.

Besides, with beautiful women at his side, he needed to go all out and impress
the ladies around him as rich and handsome.

He waved the bartender over again.

"Young Master Yaleton, what do you need?"

"Two beers for everyone. Put it on my tab!"

Young Master Yaleton said, waving his hand.

The bartender was delighted and soon said obsequiously," You're so generous,
Young Master Yaleton! You're amazing, Young Master Yaleton!"

"Go."

Young Master Yaleton said with a nod.

After the bartender left, the DJ bellowed again. "Drinks on Young Master Yaleton
tonight! Two beers per table!

"Let's all toast to Young Master Yaleton!"

As he spoke, he took the lead in picking up his glass and raised it at Sebastian
from a distance.

The crowd went wild, waving their glasses at Sebastian and chanting, "Young
Master Yaleton!"

Black Gold Bar was expensive. The price for two beers was 3 thousand dollars.
The bar was full, and there were probably no fewer than 200 tables.

It would cost 600 thousand just for two beers per table.

"Tsk, I thought he was going to go all out and book the entire place, but he only
gave away two beers per table."

Titus muttered dismissively in Sky Room 2.

Two beers would make most people shout Sebastian's name, but it was nothing
to a man like Titus.

They did not lack money and would even be richer than Sebastian, so there was
no way they would change their attitude because of two beers.

"It looks like you really are rich, Young Master Yaleton."

Millie took a sip of watermelon juice and said with a smile.

Sebastian put down his glass, looked at Millie, and said,” Sweetie, you keep
saying that. You seem interested in my money.

"If you're really interested, why don't we go somewhere quiet and talk?"
Hearing that, Cynthia's expression sank, and her cold eyes instantly locked on
Sebastian.

"My interest in money is only so-so. I'm more interested in wine."

With a smile, Millie added, "I wonder how much alcohol you can hold, Young
Master Yaleton."

"Haha, Sweetie, you're kidding me!

"I don't mean to brag. Sweetie, I could drink ten or eight bottles of this!"
Sebastian said, patting his chest.

Millie deliberately looked surprised and turned to look at Cynthia. "Cynthia, aren't
you scared of how well Young Master Yaleton can hold his alcohol?"

"Yes, I'm scared to death."

Cynthia glanced at Sebastian and said.