Chapter 05

"Tomorrow, you have to make the billionaire spend a more fantastic amount of money, baby." He muttered to himself.

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The beat of the music still sounded deafening. The later it got, the more visitors came. Many visitors wanted to just unwind, but some were looking for warmth from the cold, bone-chilling night air.

Various drinks from well-known brands look neatly lined up. They didn't forget that one famous brand with the highest price, Pasion Azteca Platinum Liquor Bottle by Tequila Ley, also stood proudly.

Pasion Azteca Platinum Liquor Bottle by Tequila Ley was one of the favourite drinks of Darren Ewald Gilbert, the billionaire that was famous for his good looks.

It has been years that he had never missed it, even if it was only for a day. Still, since having a relationship with Princess Kafeel, he no longer touched those drinks.

Now, after their relationship ended tragically. Darren sulked again at those drinks. He didn't even miss a day. And even now, a row of Pasion Azteca Platinum Liquor Bottles by Tequila Ley looked neatly lined up on the table.

No one knew how long Darren would continue to drink. Clearly, he refilled his glass with Passion Azteca Platinum Liquor Bottle by Tequila Ley.

He had drunk two bottles. Even so, it didn't stop him from ending his action.

The wilder the night, the more it plunged Darren into madness. Frustration wrapped in heartache over the marriage of Calista and Leonard increasingly led him into despair.

The wild-late night, until the morning came, has made the visitors start to leave the Barnard Club. However, Darren didn't leave. The billionaire was still in the VVIP room.

"Make sure that all visitors have left the club and lock the doors immediately!" The manager ordered.

"Sorry, sir. One visitor is still in the VVIP room."

The silhouette of the manager squinted until his brow furrowed. "Who?"

"Mr Gilbert."

The manager immediately widened his eyes.

"Mr Gilbert?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

"Yes, sir. It looks like Mr Gilbert was very drunk."

'How could this happen? Then why hasn't his trusted person picked him up yet?' The manager thought by glancing clockwise on his wrist.

Not wanting to bother the billionaire, he seemed to have stepped into Barnard's room.

"Come in!" The master answered from inside the room.

"What is it?" Barnard asked the manager.

"Mr Gilbert is still in the VVIP room and hasn't been picked up by his confidants, sir."

"So, where's the problem?" Barnard asked while pelting the manager with an arrogant look.

"It's best to contact his trusted person immediately, sir. So that Mr Gilbert can be picked up as soon as possible."

"Hm, just call them," Barnard answered and tossed the phone book at the manager.

"Alright, sir. I'll excuse myself." The manager replied while bending down before walking away from Barnard.

Now, the manager has ordered his men to guard the VVIP room.

"Make sure that Mr Gilbert doesn't leave the room before someone picks him up!"

"Alright, sir."

"Remember, don't let Mr Gilbert leave the Barnard Club!"

"Roger that, sir."

Unfortunately, the subordinates who had been ordered did not carry out their duties properly. Kenzie's arrival at the Barnard Club coincided with the billionaire's departure.

"Sorry, sir. Mr Gilbert has just left," said the manager, looking down.

"You idiot! In a drunken state, how can you let Mr Gilbert drive the car alone, huh?" His snarls combined with a blazing glare.

"Mr Gilbert wants to go alone, sir."

"As the person in charge here, you should have stopped Mr Gilbert!"

"What's all this fuss about?"

The voice that came suddenly had forced the two handsome men to turn their faces simultaneously.

Noticing Barnard's arrival, Kenzie rushed over.

"If something goes wrong with Mr Gilbert, then you are the one responsible, Mr Barnard."

"You don't have to worry about that, Mr Kenzie. Nothing bad happened to Mr Gilbert. Mr Gilbert is in the VVIP room right now." At the same time, he glanced at the manager to immediately escort Kenzie to the room.

Kenzie seemed to carve a smirk.

"That is the folly of your men, Mr Barnard." He brought his face closer to his with a squinting look.

"How can you hire such an unprofessional person?" He three a deadly glare at the manager.

"What do you mean? Don't talk nonsense!"

"Then, please ask him where Mr Gilbert is!" Kenzie snapped as he left the Barnard Club.

Barnard seemed to growl with his hands clenched tightly.

"You idiot! Useless!" He threw a heavy blow until fresh blood seemed to be pouring from the manager's temple.

"That's a gift for someone who is not good at work!"

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As a result of being drunk, Darren has difficulty driving his car. Meanwhile, he needed a king-size bed to lie down immediately.

Given the distance of the mansion, which was very far away, he finally decided to direct his car to the apartment.

After a long time splitting the centre of London, the car that took him away finally had arrived at the parking area. He then parked his car randomly.

His steps seemed to be wobbly towards the elevator. He even fell several times. The security guard who saw this rushed to help. Unfortunately, he brushed him aside.

After all, Darren Ewald Gilbert was the image of the most anti-debt man.

"Huh, he walks with a limp but is not willing to accept help." Said The security quietly by shaking his head.

Not wanting anything to happen to the billionaire, he also seemed to follow behind until his muscular body sank between the elevator doors.

His blue eyes seemed to bulge at the numbers that were starting to blur. Finally, he pressed the number randomly, at the same time, the elevator had crawled up.

After the elevator door opened, he felt his head throb and beaten so violently that the elevator door closed tightly again.

"Oh, what is this? Why does my head hurt so much?" He asked himself.

A second later, the elevator doors opened entirely again, and at the same time, he had fallen unconscious. Luckily, there was a woman who wanted to go inside. She immediately helped him.

At this time, Darren was brought into the woman's room. She looked closely at his handsome face.

"I didn't see it wrong, right? He is truly Mr Gilbert, isn't he?" She wondered as she blinked her eyes to clear the vision.

She was shocked to find the fact that the man was indeed the billionaire, Darren Ewald Gilbert.

The woman, who was none other than Flower Carnabel, immediately covered her mouth with her palm.

"Oh My God, what dream did I have last night?"

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