"Spandam, tell me: are we going to be friends, or should I tell your father everything I know?"
Ye Chen deliberately raised his voice in a strange, taunting tone. Spandam trembled all over and hurriedly nodded. "All right, all right! I'll agree, okay? Please, I'm begging you—don't tell my father about any of that."
"Heh... That depends on how sincere you are, Master Spandam." Ye Chen smiled at him.
"What are you waiting for? Bring out all the good wine!"
Spandam hastily gave the order. Before long, every bottle of fine wine Spandine had been saving was piled onto Ye Chen's table.
Ye Chen made himself right at home. He broke the seals on the wine jars and waved everyone over. "Help yourselves. We wouldn't want to waste Master Spandam's generosity."
Spandam's mouth watered, but from beginning to end, Ye Chen and the others drank to their hearts' content without once inviting him to sit down. Even Kaku and the others were welcomed to the table when they came into the dining room. Spandam, meanwhile, might as well have been invisible.
"This wine is wonderful! It smells amazing. Brother Ye Chen, you're too kind."
The bold, alluring Kalifa pushed up her delicate glasses, gesturing excitedly as she leaned so close she was nearly pressed against Ye Chen.
"Well, well... Your name's Kalifa, right? What a lovely name. You're beautiful, and you know just what to say. So how are you going to thank Brother Ye Chen?"
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"Brother Ye Chen, you..."
Kalifa jumped in surprise, her face turning as red as a ripe apple.
Kalifa was only in her teens, but she was beautiful, and her clothes followed a strikingly sensual style.
Her tight black suit showed off every curve of her figure. It lent her less youthful brightness and