When Bella returned, she found Arabella lying in Louie's embrace. Arabella's delicate hand still clutched a glass of red wine, while Louie wore a wry smile, advising Arabella to drink a little less.
"Arabella, you've had too much," Bella said, sitting on the other side of Arabella. She shot Louie a stern look, thinking, "This guy, did he make a move on Arabella again?" However, it didn't seem like it. Bella took Arabella's glass of wine, saying, "Arabella, drink a bit less."
"Bella, you're back. I haven't had too much, really." Arabella, upon seeing Bella return, managed to retain some semblance of reason. She left Louie's embrace, leaning on Bella's shoulder, saying, "Bella, I've never tasted such delicious wine before."
Bella could sense that someone with Arabella's personality, probably raised in a strict family, wouldn't typically drink this much. Taking Arabella's glass, Bella took a small sip and found that the cocoa liqueur was indeed delicious, something she had never tried before. Placing her left hand on Arabella's back, she whispered, "Arabella, drink a little less. Later, we're going to dance, and if you drink too much, you won't be able to dance."
Upon hearing this, Arabella obediently nodded and said, "Okay, I'll drink less. Let's go dancing later, the three of us."
Louie presented an unopened 3-liter bottle of Emperor's 24K Gold Flakes Extraxo Brandy to Bella, suggesting, "Bella, taste this bottle of wine. Don't worry; it won't be as strong as vodka. Originally, it should be mixed with ice water, but I don't think it's necessary."
"Let's forget it; let's return this wine." Bella changed her mind; she didn't want Louie to spend too much money. However, Louie had already signaled a waiter, and the bottle was opened. As soon as the bottle was uncorked, a pure fragrance filled the air. Even Arabella, who had already consumed a fair amount of alcohol, wanted to take a sip.
"Drink. Since we've ordered it, there's no reason to return it." Louie obtained three glasses, filled them to the brim, and topped off Bella and Arabella's empty glasses with Louis XVI brandy, saying, "Try these two kinds of wine and see which one is more expensive."
Arabella and Bella sipped the two wines, feeling both were rich and sweet, leaving a lingering fragrance between their teeth. However, they couldn't distinguish which one was better.
Louie picked up the nearly empty bottle of Louis XVI, saying, "This bottle is worth two hundred and fifty thousand. How about that?"
"Ah!" Arabella and Bella were astonished, mouths agape. It seemed more precious than gold. This bottle, worth two hundred and fifty thousand, was finished in one go. Bella and Arabella regretted deeply; had they known it was so expensive, they would have drunk it earlier, letting Louie drink most of it. Especially Bella, who mentally scolded her friend, thinking, "It's all because of you, suggesting vodka. Just wait, I'll get back at you."
Ignoring the regret of the two beautiful women, Louie picked up the remaining Louis XVI, smiled, and said, "As for the XO, it's more famous but only costs a few thousand. As for the vodka, hehe, it's only three hundred."
"Two hundred and fifty thousand." Arabella and Bella stared wide-eyed at the glass in front of them. It looked more precious than gold, and they had just finished a bottle worth a quarter of a million. Bella and Arabella regretted it deeply. If they had known how expensive it was, they would have let Louie drink most of it. Especially Bella, who mentally scolded her friend, thinking, "It's all because of you, suggesting vodka. Just wait, I'll get back at you."
Leaving the regrets aside, Louie took the last bit of the Louis XVI, poured it into his glass, and drank it like water, without savoring it slowly. Then, Louie picked up the bottle of vodka and poured himself a full glass. Holding the glass, Louie began to speak slowly, "Vodka has its advantages, Louis XVI has its advantages. These two wines have sentimental value for me." Louie recalled the perilous encounter with a beast in the Soviet Union, surviving the icy wilderness thanks to vodka. As for Louis XVI, it was a celebration after completing his first arms deal. From that night on, Louie embarked on his legendary career as an arms dealer.
Bella and Arabella had no idea what Louie was talking about. Both had finished the wine in front of them. Especially Bella, she poured herself another glass of XO and drank it down. After downing a few glasses, Bella's face turned rosy.
"Arabella, let's go down and dance." Having had a bit too much to drink, Bella grabbed the nearly collapsed Arabella, and the two of them staggered downstairs, heading straight to the dance floor.
Louie stayed put, sipping his potent vodka in small sips, his gaze following Bella and Arabella. He knew that these two girls had drunk too much, and trouble could easily arise. Therefore, he kept a close eye on them.
In the dance floor, Arabella and Bella swayed with the rhythm, moving freely and carefree. Neither Arabella nor Bella had ever felt so unrestrained and relaxed. Arabella had always been the family's good girl, and this was her first time drinking, not to mention dancing. As for Bella, she had never danced after drinking so much.
In the dance floor, the mesmerizing dance moves of the two beautiful women caught the attention of many onlookers, especially Arabella. Her unrestrained dancing caused her ample bosom to sway up and down.
Arabella paid no attention to the spectators, lost in the joy of dancing. Bella, too, joined Arabella in lively bouncing, carried away by the pulsating music. Under the dazzling multicolored lights, both of them wore expressions of unprecedented happiness.
Louie sat above, having consumed half a glass of vodka. Holding his glass, he mumbled to himself, "Brothers, I really wish to sit with you again in the icy wilderness of Siberia, enjoying another round of drinks." Louie was aware that such opportunities were rare. The members of the "Wolf Fang" organization were probably busy making money around the world, leaving no time for casual trips to frigid Siberia for a drink.
Louie then shifted his gaze back to Bella and Arabella on the dance floor, but this time, he frowned. He noticed an acquaintance from his past approaching Bella and Arabella. "It's him, no wonder I felt that the car I saw earlier seemed familiar," Louie thought to himself. He finally understood why he found the Ferrari he saw at the entrance of the bar so familiar; it belonged to Loren. Seeing Loren getting closer to Arabella and Bella, seemingly intending to strike up a conversation, Louie sneered inwardly, thinking, "Looks like this guy is asking for trouble." With that thought, he stood up, placed his glass on the table, and swiftly descended the stairs.