“Oh, let’s continue drinking, then. Come on!” The rest of them resumed drinking.
Dennis drank a few mouthfuls, watching Fane as he left quickly in search for the toilet.
He thought for a moment and sensed that Fane’s earlier outburst was not normal.
He stood up and chased after Fane, telling the rest that he needed the toilet as well.
“Hello, King of War Suther-Sutherland!” Both the artists were fearful and had no idea what to do.
Magnus opened the door and entered.
“Hi pretty ladies, I’m sorry for making you wait!” Magnus smiled mischievously. The seriousness on his face was gone, and instead, a snobbish look grew on his face.
He smiled and closed the door.
“King of War Suther-Sutherland, we heard you wanted to have a chat with us?” Blake gulped before saying cautiously. She took a few steps back, afraid.
“Chat? Haha, are you kidding me? Didn’t Master Miller tell you clearly? Since both of you are here, accompany me well tonight!” Magnus smiled coldly and continued speaking. “I’m a seven-star King of War. It’s a privilege to be spotted by me, do you understand?”
Her strength was minuscule, like an ant, compared to Magnus Sutherland, a seven-star King of War.
Magnus restrained them with each hand, resting his weight on them until they were unable to move. “Do you think you’re naive celebrities? Don’t you sing and dance to entertain everybody? I have money, so don’t fail to appreciate my kindness.”
Tianna’s eyes turned red as she started to beg for forgiveness. “King of War, I’m sorry. Please let us go, we... we know what we need to do!”
“I... I know, too!” Blake bit her sexy red lip, finally giving in.
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