Chapter 644 Book Out the Venue


    Old Master Ferguson’s body shook viciously. He turned back and stared at Eric with a deadly re,


    seemingly in disbelief.


    "You..."


    Eric called for someone toe in. "Send the Old Master back to the Ferguson Vi."


    After that, Eric did not look at his grandfather again.


    Old Master Ferguson’s face was red with anger. Eric was the grandson that he was most proud of and


    the heir that he had spent all his efforts to train.


    Eric was different from his father, Charles Ferguson, who was conservative, cowardly, and had no


    ambition.


    Since Eric was young, he was smart and bold, so Old Master Ferguson focused on cultivating Eric to


    be his sessor. Thepany was handed to Eric when he was of age, surpassing Charles. Thus far,


    Eric was very outstanding.


    Until now, Old Master Ferguson suddenly felt that he had grown old.


    He did not have any ability to make Eric listen to him anymore.


    After Old Master Ferguson left, Eric sat on the chair tiredly with his brow knitted. The dim light seemed


    to swallow him up.


    Mitchell came in with some documents. "President..." "Speak.”


    "There''s news from abroad, some confidential information for you.”


    Mitchell handed over the sealed file. It was a secret and channel that even Mitchell could not pry into.


    Eric lifted his eyes. “Got it. What is Toto doing these days?"


    ''That useless fatty should be thrown into the Seine!’ Eric thought.


    Mitchell hesitated for a few seconds. "He''s rearing fish for you in Imperial Gardens in the fish tank that


    you bought from the foreign auction, but five batches of fish have already died..."


    The air had a chilly silence.


    "Get him toe to work tomorrow and be my bodyguard."


    Mitchell froze, then nodded without a change in expression before he left and closed the door behind


    him.


    ''Bodyguard? In case of danger, Toto will be the first to run!’


    However, Mitchell dared not question Eric’s decision.


    A new bar opened in Anta. Thus, Yvette, who loved t o have fun, had to go check it out.


    Yvette called Nicole just after work to grab a drink together.


    When Nicole arrived at the bar, there was no raucous and lively music, nor was there a group of


    handsome men and women dancing, which was somewhat depressing.


    ''Is this even a bar?!''


    The inside of the bar was extremely sad with miserable music that made people dispirited.


    Nicole walked around inside and saw quite a lot of people. ’Why didn''t anyonement on this


    environment? How is this happy hour?''


    The bar manager saw Nicole, who was dressed exquisitely. Although in the dim light, he did not


    recognize Nicole, he could tell from her handbag and watch that she was the ultimate rich woman in


    town.


    He hurriedly weed her. "Miss, what service do you need?”


    "Change the music. It’s horrible!"


    The bar manager froze and shook his head in embarrassment.


    "A customer booked out the venue tonight, and this is the music he asked for..."


    As a bar manager, he also knew that this kind of music was dreary and unfitting, but the customer paid


    and specified that they could continue epting other customers with the condition that the music must


    not be changed.


    "Would you like to go to a private room? You can''t hear the music there..."


    Nicole pursed her lips and shook her head. "No, the box does not have this feeling!"


    Yvette did not arrive yet.


    She sighed and ordered several bottles of high-quality liquor for hundreds of thousands of dors, then


    sat at the bar counter, waiting for Yvette.


    The bar manager saw this and asked, "What other requests do you have?"


    "How much does it cost to order a song? Should I book out the venue or the whole night?"


    Nicole was adamant about changing the song because she felt like she would probably be so


    depressed that she might actually jump off the building if she listened to it again.


    The bar manager thought about the customer who was drunk in the private room and sumbed to


    the enticing power of money.


    "Miss, it depends on your mood."


    The mood to spend!


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    Nicole smiled in satisfaction, took out the card that Kai gave her, and pped it on the table.


    “Put on ''Staying Alive'' by Bee Gees!"