My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 141 Cursing at Morris

"Rules are rules, and the original rules can't be broken because you."

"Heh heh heh, that's a good point. So how about this, I'll have the manager write an invoice and you

can reimburse me later."

Vivian knew that Morris was very principled, and the hard and fast rules of the Night Club were no

debts, no discounts, no concessions!

Perhaps what Morris was trying to convey was that the Night Club couldn't be discounted, but take the

invoice to him and he should reimburse it.

"You consumed it, what reason do I have to reimburse you?"

Vivian: "......"

Hearing Morris’ cold attitude on the other end of the phone, she first froze, then lashed out, "Morris,

don't be too unfeeling. Is it just a little money? You have so much money, you won't lose by charging

me? Do you know that it's not easy to earn money, and that a person struggling to make ends meet

doesn't have that much money?"

"Why ordered the most expensive wine when you know you're poor?"

"I thought you'd give me a discount."

"It's called presumptuousness to not know others and to over speculate."

"I ......"

Vivian was rebuked by Morris, dumbfounded, angry, gritted her teeth and said, "I questioned you a

word, do you give a discount?"

"I don't want to repeat it a second time."

"You, Morris, remember that, you really are nothing but a scum bag. My godbrother, fuck you, trash

shit. You really aren't inhuman at all except to use me, and you turn me down when you know I have no

value to you."

"Bah, I'll remember this today. From this day on, you are no longer my brother, and I don't have a

brother like you. No, I am poor and not worthy of someone as high and mighty as you. Good-bye!"

Vivian only felt anger burning in her heart, and without giving Morris a chance to retort at all, she

directly hung up the phone.

Angry, she stood in the doorway, her anger could not be quelled.

She looked up at the sky, full of bright stars, bright moon, and a slightly cool night breeze that blew

away some of her drunkenness.

Vivian's mind reverberated with the two sentences that Morris had just said: why ordered the most

expensive wine when you know you're poor; to over speculate without knowing others is called

presumption!

Yes? There was nothing wrong with Morris’ words at all.

Wasn't she just too presumptuous to think that all this time spent with Morris, sharing a room with him,

that she was naive enough to think that Morris would definitely give her a discount?

Vivian knew very well that the reason why Morris’ attitude towards her had changed so quickly was

because she was about to leave L City, and from then on she would not be available to him, and could

no longer be one of his pawns, without any useable value.

Naturally, Morris wouldn't waste any energy or resources on her.

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She's the one who's too innocent.

"Huh."

After thinking everything through, Vivian shook her head with a self-deprecating smile, took a deep

breath of relief, and turned around to walk into the Night Club.

Standing at the front desk, Vivian looked at the bill: 1023,991.22!

That's expensive!

No wonder that Morris is so rich.

She clutched her bank card and handed it out, shivering.

The receptionist took her bank card but didn't tug it over, so she tried harder to yank it, but Vivian

yanked it even tighter.

Looking at the receptionist, she said in a condescending manner, "We at least worked together, can

you give me a discount?"

She used to work at the Night Club, and although she said that she had 'changed' her face now, she

was still the Vivian they knew after all.

The people in the clubhouse had more or less gossiped about Vivian and knew something about her.

The receptionist squeezed a formulaic smile on her face, "I'm sorry, I really can't give you a discount,

it's the rules of our club. You'd better let go and give me your card."

She tugged at the bank card again, but it seemed to be welded in Vivian's hand, and she couldn't rip it

out at all.

Vivian thought about it, but in the end, she said to the receptionist, "Forget it, I'll go and ask Mr. Shaw

to settle the bill. I don't have any money!"

She slipped her bank card into her pocket and turned to go back to the box.

In the box, the 'princess’ of the club Vivian had found for Issac was singing, and the two 'young

masters' were playing games, while Issac had long since become drunken, lying on the sofa and

whistling.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Vivian's mouth twitched.

Looking down at the bank card in her hand again, she endured the pain in her heart, turned to the front

desk and slapped the bank card on the table with a snap, "Quickly, quickly, quickly swipe the card, or I

will have to reverse it."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The receptionist swiped her bank card with the card swipe machine and had Vivian enter her

password, and everything was done in just a minute.

Until the receptionist handed the ticket to Vivian, who clearly saw the more than one million spending

amount on the ticket, she almost didn't vomit blood from heartache.

Returning to the box with the ticket, Vivian used her cell phone to call a chauffeur, and then assisted

Issac, who was drunk, out of the club and into his car.

"Hello, where are you going?"

The chauffeur asked.

Vivian then came to the realization that she had no idea where Issac lived.

"Go to the hotel, the nearest one."

She said.

The chauffeur inclined his head to look at the clubhouse and said, "Isn't this a bar and hotel in one?"

"Go go go, go wherever it's cheap, better find the kind of place where I can stay for 50 bucks a night.

How expensive is the Night Club, I can't afford to spend it.."

She waved her hand, still not getting over the shadow of the million spend she had just made.

"Okay, I know where there's a hotel for fifty bucks a night."

"Good, hurry up and get going."

"Okay."

The chauffeur drove the car and took the two of them all the way to a remote and shabby hotel on the

outskirts of the city, and when Vivian asked the price, it was not surprising that it was fifty.

The two men escorted Issac into the room and placed him on the bed.

Only then did Vivian go downstairs with the chauffeur.

Waiting to walk out of the hotel, the chauffeur said to Vivian, "Do you still want to drive back to the

city?"

"It's not my car, what's the point of driving it?"

"Well, then, please settle the fee."

"How much?"

"Sixty-five."

"What? Sixty-five? That expensive?"

Vivian was completely unable to take it in.

She didn't have a car herself and had never even called a chauffeur, so she had no idea what the price

of a chauffeur was.

It was not until this moment that she realized that getting a chauffeur was really not as cheap as taking

a taxi.

"Yes, that's all the chauffeur companies charge."

"All right, all right."

Vivian had to endure a pang of heartache and settle for sixty-five.

Then ......

Another she took a taxi back downtown to the Night Apartments and cost another thirty bucks.