Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Chapter 295 Play Games

The places of feasting and revelry had always been popular in the city.

Numerous men and women hang around these places and got drunk at night.

The Ferrari car sped away, then made a cool drift, and stopped at the door of a bar. Frightened, Blanca

grabbed the seat belt in a hurry and glared at Peter beside her. "Peter, be careful! You drove so fast.

Do you want to kill us?"

"Don't you believe my driving skills? I've been driving since I was fourteen years old!"

"I don’t care about it. The point is that I don't want to die..."

"Hey, stop cursing me. Blanca, watch your mouth!"

They got out of the car in a quarrel. Blanca felt a little headache when she saw the door of the bar. She

didn't like this kind of place at all.

But since it was Peter's birthday today, she didn't want to disappoint him.

As soon as they entered the bar, they heard a waiter ask, "Sir, the old seat? They are waiting for you!"

"I see."

This place was too noisy for Blanca. The music was heavy and loud. But she still followed Peter

obediently, like a naive girl who was lured to such a place by a playboy. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After a while, they got to a box. Then it was applause, and all the people present gave cheers to Peter,

the birthday person.

Peter introduced them to Blanca. Blanca was generous and considerate, so she quickly got along with

everyone.

She tried to get used to the atmosphere and also joined in the game.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Blanca could be at ease. He knew that the entangled

relationship between Matthew and Malinda must have made her depressed, so he took her here for

relaxation.

After all, he was a good boss.

"Come on, cheers!"

"Cheers!"

A Porsche car stopped at the entrance of the bar, and then Matthew got out of it.

Matthew felt a little headache, too. He looked at Curtis beside him and asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Well... Mr. White seems to have broken up with his girlfriend. He’s just here." Curtis reported.

When Matthew was about to get off work this afternoon, he had planned to go back and spend a good

night with Blanca, but Charles suddenly called him and asked him to be here. Definitely, Matthew

refused.

But after a while, the bar staff called Matthew and told him that Charles was already drunk and was

making trouble.

No one here could stop the son of the White family.

They needed Matthew here to stop Charles.

When Matthew entered the box, he saw Charles lying on the sofa with his arms outstretched. His long

legs and arms were hanging in the air. It seemed that he was really drunk.

"Hey, get up.”

Matthew walked over and kicked him impatiently. Charles immediately woke up. The towel covering his

head fell down, making his messy hair even messier. Perhaps it was because he had drunk too much,

his face was red.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as Charles got up, he saw Matthew. He asked in an ironic tone, "Didn’t you refuse my

invitation? Why are you here?"

"I come here to see if you’re still alive."

Matthew said in anger. If it weren't for Charles, he would have been with Blanca now.

This was just the style of how they got along with each other. Charles snorted and didn't say anything

more. Matthew walked in and kicked him again. "Move away."