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Chapter #86

The smell of alcohol rippled through every corner of the room. The music of DJ Elias Joo, as usual, is always crowded and exciting. Dances from the humans in the middle of the room also pressured the atmosphere of the ChainZ bar into increasingly hot.

“Hai, Handsome! Do you have a boyfriend?”

Reid looked flatly at a woman in a sexy skimpy suit in front of him. This was the thirteenth time he was seduced by a consumer.

Still good actually. This time the culprit was a woman. Don't ask why? Because Reid is really fed up with being seduced by more than four same-sex beings with him.

Especially fifteen minutes ago. An old man with a big belly and a look that doesn't look good. Tease Reid with super sensual style.

Thankfully, the bar is equipped with a fairly reliable security system. So, in addition to the gratuities the bar has provided, ordinary employees seem to be kept away from all sexual crimes.

“Mr Barista? Didn't you hear me?”

Adult women with too much clothing. In the form of black pants are very tight and transparent tops that jut down to show sassy both breasts. Long haircut. Unraveling the reddish brown that is freely scattered without troublesome trinkets and the very filled lip shape that is polished thick dark red lipstick it again exclaims itching.

The overall look of the woman in front of the bar— table Reid's specific workplace location, though it has been more than enough to attract the attention of every eye that sees. However, if the base is already flirtatious. To be silenced, lectured or treated like anything is still flirtatious.

In fact, in the farthest corner of the first-floor bar building. Where the lighting is deliberately made dimly. Four men from the arrival of this plump woman were sitting with hungry eyes. Like a group of hyenas waiting for an antilope.

But, contrast with Reid. He as a subject of seduction was not at all interested. He was just silent since then. Not a millimeter glance and just focus on doing his job of concocting various kinds of alcoholic beverages.

The female consumer suddenly took out a piece of paper from inside her chili-red leather bag. Reid still remained unconcerned and was even about to head to the back shelf to pick up a few bottles of liquor.

The couple who ordered a Martini and Sunset Rum two blocks from the girl's seat was far more important than just a chat without an order. What function does it do to be a bartender if no one orders a concoction of drinks on the large shelves behind it?

However, just a teenager who interned as a bartender at a bar recommendation from one of his consumers at a Japanese restaurant turned around. The fingernails polishing either black or purple nail polish suddenly restrained her wrists.

Reid looked expressionless. He's really upset. But, how else. In front of him this was a customer and not Leonna. ‘Why should that Russian girl's name appear?! Reid Cutler, your brain seems to need to be taken to a neurologist.’

“—ini. My business card.”

The flirtatious woman thrust impatiently at the black-tinted piece of paper in front of Reid. The charming bartender's brows frowned dislikely. If it's like this. Paper that is not just paper. But a business card must always have a hidden purpose. Reid's experience has been too booming for business card sharing.

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To be continue...