My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 141

"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.

Businessmen, by nature, are cunning.

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.