"Why? Father, why did you make such a decision?"

"Daughter, you have to know that I am for your own good,"

"Is it for me to marry a guy I don't like at all? Father, you should also know the character of Frey. Do you have the heart to let your biological daughter marry such a scum?"

"I admit that Frey is indeed a little fickle sometimes, but do you know how many women have squeezed their heads and wanted to marry him? After marrying him, you will get enviable social status and endless money. You should know that his father is a member of the Star Club. You should understand what this means! And I believe that Frey really loves you, and I think he can give you happiness."

"My father, are you really doing it for me? You are thinking about your future (money) journey, your company, and your backer in the future!"

"Enough, enough, no matter what, you will marry that Frey. I am your father. I have the control of your marriage. You will hold a wedding in seven days. You will have to marry if you don't marry!" The girl's merciless words completely angered her father. After putting this sentence down, her father walked out of her daughter's room angrily.

When she thought that she would marry a lover who had divorced three times in seven days and had at least two-digit numbers, and was notorious in the upper class, the girl's face was filled with sad tears. She didn't know whether it was for the hardships she would face or the ruthlessness of her biological father.

In the eyes of the girl, the sky is so gray that there is no hope.

There is still a whole month before the half-year meeting of Star. After leaving the police station, I returned to my life at the bar and school at two points and one line.

The difference is that Redick disappeared from people's sight. Of course, his disappearance was also compiled into various trail news by some students of March 8. The most exaggerated thing is that he was invited by the Martians to visit Mars. Here I have to admire the imagination of students at Los Angeles.

Also, Rachel, the beautiful teacher in our class, hasn't been here for several days. I heard that the school has not received her leave notice. It's really hard to understand. I only heard that students skip classes before, but why are even teachers playing this game now? It's okay if the student pays the money and misses classes. This is not enough. This teacher misses classes after collecting the money and misses classes. But this makes me much easier. After all, taking Rachel's classes is a torture and a waste of time for me. Who made me know nothing about her classes?

The bar business is still very prosperous, and the guests did not complain about the bar because of the previous suspension. This closure made them feel more dependent on the bar. After working in a high-intensity manner, it is a great enjoyment in life to relax in such an elegant environment where wine and food coexist.

When I was fighting with Redick, I discovered the benefits of the heavy work in the bar to me, which made me a practitioner like me have the capital to fight with an American strong man in a short time. This large amount of work is of great significance. So now I am happy with this work, and I just regard it as a physical and mental cultivation. Daniu and Phil were extremely unaware of the working state I showed. In their hearts, the only explanation for this situation is: my boss was fooled in the police station. How could he become such a workaholic now?

Rowling was also confused about this. She thought that the boss had changed a little after he came back from the police station, but was the so-called change that the boss's work attitude has improved? This... this is too ridiculous.

The day's work in the bar was about to end in the confusion of Big Niu, Phil and Rowling. When I was about to close the door and end today's business, I found that there was someone on the bar that was filling wine.

I found that the person who was drinking was still a woman. She kept asking Phil for wine while sobbing quietly. This made me very curious. This was the first time I saw a woman crying and drinking in my bar. But for some reason, the back of this woman made me feel familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was.

Driven by curiosity, I walked towards the bar. With a gentlemanly demeanor, Phil kept persuading the woman to drink less, but the woman did not accept his affection: "You don't care about other people's business, bring wine. Don't you just need to have money to open a bar? Do you care whether I'm drunk?"

I felt more familiar with this voice. I must know this woman, and I have already concluded in my heart.

Walk to the bar and sit down next to the woman.

I looked at the woman who had been drinking. If I knew her, and I had a deep impression of her, she would not let me sleep during class, she would always have problems in class to make things difficult for me, and she would dare to collect our money and not come to teach us. That's right, she was Teacher Rachel who had been missing in school for several days.

Just a glance at her, I knew that she had a very unsatisfactory life recently. Her messy hair, drunken eyes, and her throat became hoarse due to long-term crying. From the stains in her clothes, we can see that it has not been changed for several days, plus her thin face. Oh my God, is there the radiance and noble Rachel when I first saw her?

"Teacher Rachel, why are you here alone? You still drink like this? Did something happen?" I asked the question in my mind.

When Rachel heard someone talking to her, she raised her head, barely opened her eyes that had been narrowed into a line, looked at me, and said, "It turns out it's Chris, you...uh...you're still coming to the bar when you're so late? This is not a place where a good student should stay, no...uh...but you were a bad student."

After hearing Rachel's words, I was really speechless. Is she really drunk? Why doesn't a drunk person forget to sarcasm? At this time, Phil handed me a bottle of wine and a high-horned glass and shook me: Boss, since you know this female alcoholic, then you can handle it. I'm going to rest.

At this time, Rachel and I were the only ones left in the bar hall.

"Huh? Why is that cockerel gone? Where is my wine?" When Rachel delivered the last drop of wine in her glass, she found that the bartender who had been urging her to drink less was not sure where. She hadn't drunk enough, so why did the wine seller disappear? Ruilai opened his eyes again and found someone.

"Ke...Chris, the wine is here! It's okay, I can't drink it alone. Come on, fill the cup for me! We teachers and students are not drunk today!"

The wine in the bottle that Phil gave me was obviously seeping water, which was for Rachel's sake. Fortunately, Rachel was so drunk that she couldn't tell which one was the wine and which one was, otherwise her bar would definitely be considered a black shop, although it was almost the same now.

When I filled the bottle of wine compound to Rachel, Rachel, who had stopped sobbing, began to sob softly again. I really didn't have much experience in the face of the woman's tears. Apart from handing over the tissue, I couldn't think of any better way.

Unexpectedly, my actions made Rachel, who had been sobbing alone, pounce on me all at once, and the soft sob turned into a loud cry.
Chapter completed!