“Excuse me, Unc... I mean, you ugly toad. Where do you get your confidence? Back in the day, a guy like you wasn't even worthy enough to help me carry my shoes. Don’t go thinking you can do whatever you want here just because you have some stinking money. It probably took you a few years to gather up enough money to fully pay for a house, right? Fine, I’ll foot the bill since the food isn’t here yet and you haven’t taken even a bite. Don’t even think about eating anything, just leave. To retain my last shred of manners, I am not going to shout at you here. So would you please roll your round body through the exit over there?”
The balding man stood up and glared at her. “What did you say? Why don’t you say that again? I can easily find women like you at those nightclubs I visit. Don’t go thinking you are all that! Why should I even put in efforts and empty out my wallet when I can just pay a $100 for a full package service from a woman of your quality?”
Tiffany unceremoniously rolled her eyes at him. “Then you can just go to the nightclub and find one. A $100 probably isn’t cheap for someone like you. I’d suggest you visit somewhere a bit more luxurious to have a look. You’ve probably never tried those that cost tens of thousand dollars, right? You need to broaden your horizons instead of making a fool out of yourself here.”
The balding man flushed with anger. He emptied the free glass of lemon infused water on the table then cursed as he walked away. “I even paid that woman $300, yet she introduced this thing to me!”
It took Tiffany a long time to get over the incident. She finally thought of ‘reporting’ to Arianne. Since it was going to be a long story, she called her directly on the phone.
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