Driving a luxury car doesn't necessarily mean you're wealthy, but driving one with a chauffeur does say something about your status.
Especially at Night Charm Bar, located in a student area, anyone with a chauffeur opening the car door would catch attention, even if it were just a frog stepping out.
The chauffeur bent over solemnly, "Young Madam."
Elise Don elegantly stepped out of the car, quickly instructing, "I'll call you when I'm done, come pick me up."
"Yes."
Ignoring the young men and women passing by, Elise Don strode into the bar.
Night Charm was still the same—good value for money, gaining a reputation. The place was now bustling with people during the evening.
Elise Don squeezed to the bar and saw Liam Shane mixing drinks.
This guy, he's only good at swimming. Even after so long, his bartending is still like a beginner cooking instant noodles, far from professional.
Elise casually asked, "Why are you behind the bar yourself? Where's Dave?"
"He ran away."
