Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Chapter 124 Good Service

Who knew what kind of invitation was needed just for a drink, there wasn’t a banquet with a bunch of

rules.

"Wesley Smith invited me here, would you go in and announce it?" Harriet Clark spoke with patience.

However, the security guard said strictly, "Sorry, Miss Harriet. You can't go in without an invitation."

Harriet Clark was so angry that she couldn't help but smile. Wasn't it obvious to embarrass her? The

security guard had known her name was Harriet. Wesley Smith should have told him before, but now

he deliberately refused to let her in and let her make a fool of herself at the door. Who believed it if it

wasn't intentional.

"Are you going in? If you don't, please excuse me.” Someone was there to urge.

Harriet Clark had to give the way. Len Davis said when he saw the situation, "Let's go back since Mr.

Wesley doesn't welcome you?"

"No way!" Harriet Clark frowned, "I can't come back without doing something."

Besides, she was determined to get some information from Wesley Smith. She heard what he said

before; it was obvious that he had found out the whereabouts of her brother.

At this time, an impatient voice sounded behind her, "Who is so ignorant of the rules to block the door?"

Harriet Clark turned around and found out that it was Camille Brown's personal assistant who was

leading the way, she was trying to push her away impolitely, but Camille Brown said with a lazy tone,

"be polite, this is Miss Harriet."

The personal assistant was stunned, then humbly bowed her head and stopped talking, while Camille

Brown looked at the situation and immediately got a general picture.

"Miss Harriet, did you forget to bring the invitation?"

Harriet Clark didn't expect that this woman would help her out of embarrassment, so she didn't

hesitate, "Yes, it's a hurry to go out." Camille Brown waved to the security guard. "Are you blind? How

dare you stop Miss Harriet?"

With that, she stepped forward and looked at Harriet Clark, "Let's go in together. I'm also looking for This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Boss Wesley. Don't you mind? "

"No.”

She would have a chance to talk to Wesley Smith alone as long as she can get in.

Naturally, the security guard did not dare to stop them. They entered the bar together.

To be exact, it was more like a large-scale high-class club. The decoration was elegant and fresh on

one side and noisy on the other, the upstairs was suitable for chatting, and the downstairs was suitable

for indulgence. The superior sound insulation glass and pattern distribution made the two venues with

different styles looked surprisingly pleasant.

Harriet Clark sighed that it was a place where only rich people could afford to play. It was estimated

that ordinary bars can only afford a fraction of the cost of decoration and space.

"Why help me?" Harriet Clark couldn't help speaking as she was about to go upstairs.

The only few encounters with Camille Brown were not pleasant, Harriet Clark could see the disdain in

her eyes, but it was undeniable that she did help to solve the problem just now.

Camille Brown turned her head. "You're Boss Wesley's ex girlfriend. Even if I don't respect you, I

should respect Boss Wesley."

Harriet Clark was skeptical about this explanation. "You said I was an ex, and Mr. Wesley and I are no

longer related. You don't have to do that."

Camille Brown covered her mouth and chuckled, "Don't get me wrong. I don't want to help you, but I

know you must come here to find Wesley. To be honest, I'm curious about how you seduced him, so I

specially let you in. Don't let me down."

Didn't she just want to see who Wesley Smith liked better? She was so honest.

Len Davis stayed downstairs in silence. He stayed in a card seat to watch the changes after receiving a

reassuring look from Harriet Clark.

The door of a private room upstairs was opened by Camille Brown, The air in the room was still fresh in

addition to some alcohol, which was different from the smoky environment in other rooms.

"Boss Wesley, it's really a great honor for you to come here today. All the expenses today will be

recorded in my account. Just enjoy yourself."

Harriet Clark heard an ingratiating voice as soon she as entered the door.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Camille? Come in please.” The bar owner looked at the door, greeted warmly, then

he looked at Harriet Clark followed and didn't know what to say.

Harriet Clark didn't care. She nodded politely and entered the room.

"Camille, how did you come here? You are late. You'll be punished to drink."

Some of the men here looked about the same age as Wesley Smith, each of them was bright and

beautiful, and their appearance was excellent. It seemed that all of them were heirs or new owners in

the rich or noble circle, and none of them could be provoked. It was just one young, exuberant man

who was gloating over Camille brown's being late.

Camille Brown was not annoyed. She took a red wine glass and said with a smile, "OK, I'll punish

myself."

She was about to drink, but a young man next to her grabbed her glass and drank it all away, then

raised the bottom of the cup for several people.

"It's not good for a girl to drink too much. I'm willing to be punished instead of her, Camille, sit down

quickly. "

Everyone understood what the man meant, but there was a slight irritation in Camille Brown's eyes,

and she sat next to Wesley Smith in the middle.

Harriet Clark knew that the development of people in the entertainment industry was inseparable from

the funding of the sponsor since she was involved in the entertainment industry. The promotion of

people depended on these big men in the business circle. Therefore, as a qualified entertainment

person, she could recognize several familiar faces in addition to Wesley Smith.

For example, the man who drank for Camille Brown was called "Song Junfeng". He was the

representative of the Song Group and had the final say in the Song family, and also appeared in the

financial magazines as frequent as Wesley Smith.

"This is --" Harriet Clark was finally noticed by someone.

Camille Brown volunteered, "Boss Wesley, Miss Harriet said she came to see you. I don't think she

brought an invitation, so I brought her here. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Wesley Smith finally raised her deep eyes and gave Harriet Clark a stingy look.

People also looked at her with surprise and disdain. Harriet Clark let them examine and looked directly

at Wesley Smith. "Boss Wesley, you said you would give me an answer as long as I came here."

Wesley Smith sat lazily on the leather sofa, his slender fingers were rubbing the edge of the white wine

glass, which made him just like the king in this territory, and said in a voice that couldn't be ignored,

"drink it."

With that, He raised his glass to signal.

Harriet Clark was stunned. She looked at the high concentration of "vodka" in the man's hand and

hesitated a little. However, she took it after thinking about "good service" he said before.

Although she drank some due to social intercourse. In fact, her drinking capacity was not good, which

was limited to low-degree alcohol such as beer and red wine. She really seldom drank this kind of

alcohol.

The others looked at each other with a complicated look.

Wesley Smith didn't let the woman sit down or give her a good respect, and he wanted to embarrass

her. People had known who she was without thinking.

Harriet Clark took a sip and was about to put it down when Wesley Smith said, "Drinking it up."

The air seemed to be coated with ice.

Harriet Clark looked at a large glass of alcohol left in her hand and said with difficulty, "I'm not good at

drinking."

On one side, Camille Brown immediately said, "Boss Wesley, forget it. It's a bit stomach damaging to

drink such a large glass. Miss Harriet already looks pale. Why don't you..."

"Don't let me repeat it a second time." Wesley Smith ordered mercilessly as if he didn't hear it.

Harriet Clark's face was really ugly. After all, she didn't eat at night, and now she was embarrassed by

this man. So it was strange that this glass of liquor didn't hurt her stomach.

"Will you tell me the truth when I finish drinking?"