Chapter 5727： Be careful or you'll get tricked

Chapter 5727: Be careful but you still get tricked

Dowell glared at him half-jokingly: "Have you drunk less?"

Brown shrugged his shoulders, shut his mouth in a show of dignity, and made a zipper to seal his mouth, smiling brightly, which gave Dowell a lot of face.

Lance knew very well that their little interlude of singing and singing was to express their respect for him through the value of this glass of wine.

As a master who is immersed in social situations, he will naturally not let the surprises specially prepared by others fall to the ground. So he slightly raised his thin lips and replied with dignity: "Then thank you Mr. Dowell for the wine."

"Earl of Reims is so polite!" Dowell was very happy that he was so polite. He winked at the waiter beside him and said in a low voice: "Go and get my bottle of wine."

"OK."

After a while, several waiters came over escorting the bottle of precious tequila, which was said to be worth more than 3 million US dollars, and poured two glasses of it in a ceremonial manner under the drunken light.

A glass was handed to Dowell.

Dowell turned his hand and gave it to the cold and arrogant man first: "Please, Earl of Lance."

The Count of Reims took the wine he handed him and drank it without rushing. He sniffed the aroma of the wine and saw from the corner of his eye that Dowell then took a sip from the glass of the same bottle of wine handed over by the waiter. , he lowered his eyes and took a sip of the tequila in the cup.

The chilled agave tastes great, and it slides down the throat softly with a sweet aftertaste.

He narrowed his deep eyes slightly, took away the wine glass noncommittally, and raised the corners of his lips with little interest.

A good wine indeed.

But he is not someone who has never seen the world. He has a lot of wine of this value in his private cellar, including red and white. This glass of tequila is just a glass of wine to him.

But he wasn't going to spend too long with them here, so he raised the glass in his hand and said indifferently: "Good wine."

"The Earl of Lance appreciates it, that's why it's worth it." Dowell thought he liked it, and asked the waiter to add half a glass to him, before turning to talk to Brown again to prevent the heated atmosphere from getting cold. Go down. Seeing that they were having a hot chat again.

The man grabbed the wine glass with his slender fingers and shook it slightly. He leaned back slightly, preparing to sit for another ten minutes before finding an excuse to leave.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Ordinarily ten minutes is not a long time, and in this atmosphere it should pass quickly.

But Lance didn't know if he had lasted ten minutes, so Dowell said: "I just received a call saying that the eldest lady will also come. My birthday party today is really brilliant, with Lance The earl came here specially, and the eldest lady..."

"Bang—"

Brown and others only heard the impact, and then saw the tall and handsome man standing up suddenly, his breathing seemed to be suppressed, and his voice was hoarse and cold: "I'm going out to take a call."

Everyone was startled by the sudden condensed atmosphere.

Brown and Dowell didn't know what was going on, but they stood up to smooth things over with great foresight.

"Ah, okay, okay."

"Count Reims, do you want me to lead you?"

"No need. I'll go there myself."

The man's brows were knitted tightly together, veins popped out on his forehead, and the handsome face under the mask was now full of irritability and depression.

Before he left, he stopped when passing Dowell, and his eyes as sharp as an ax roamed around his face.