With this thought, she signaled a waiter. "How much to get that host in a private room?"
Nina nearly spat out her drink hearing this.
The waiter, noticing the black card in Valerie's hand, bowed slightly. "You mean Francis? He's quite reasonable—just 50,000 yuan for a bottle with his company."
Valerie's eyes turned icy before she forced a smile, flashing the card. "Then please arrange a VIP suite. And have him sent to me."
Inside the opulent room, Nina kept squealing in amazement while Valerie gaped. "This place makes the Ritz look cheap!"
"Fifty grand for one bottle?" Nina scoffed. "The audacity! So he's not a patron—he's working here."
She grimaced, feeling sick. Francis' handsome features that had charmed her earlier now made her skin crawl.
Valerie poured herself a full glass. "
