Chapter 87 Don't Waste
New York, Manhattan, night falls, a brightly lit evening.
In Midtown, in the golden banquet hall of the Hilton Hotel.
Ariana holding a bottle of Dalmore 62 whisky.
She looked at the beautiful Zeta-Jones, who was harassed by a thin, dark-haired man.
She couldn't help but look at Milo who was holding her hand.
As far as Ariana knew, the English woman being harassed was having an affair with Milo.
Ariana also knew that it might not be a scandal at all.
This British woman in Hollywood is definitely having an affair with her newly-minted fiancé.
She was fourteen, not four.
When I was nine years old, I was at home one day.
She accidentally saw Butler Salzberg taking a few beautiful girls to meet her grandfather.
Those women stayed in the room with my grandfather for the entire afternoon.
She was still a little confused at the time and thought they were hired by housekeeper Salzberg to take care of her grandfather.
But at the same time, I feel that they don’t look like caregivers.
They were all dressed up, and the sensible Ariana thought they were beautiful and sexy.
Later she learned that these women were famous high-end call girls in Manhattan.
My grandfather was almost eighty years old at that time.
She later secretly told her mother about this matter, hoping to get an explanation from her mother.
To this day, Ariana still remembers what her mother said to her.
"Don't hold it against your grandfather, Ariana. That's what all men do."
"They always fall in love with every woman they meet. Ariana, remember, as long as your man still loves you and still recognizes you as his wife, then most of the time, if those women don't affect you, you have to pretend not to know."
Ariana disagreed with her mother at the time.
But later, she discovered that it was not just her grandfather who was like this.
My own father and many male elders are the same as my grandfather.
She now knows that she even has several half-siblings outside.
They are illegitimate children, and none of them have the last name Rockefeller. And it's not just me, it's the same for my father's generation as well.
Her most respected grandfather also had some illegitimate children outside.
"Hello..."
Ariana, who was a little dazed, saw the tall, thin, black-haired man who forced the British woman to drink, walking towards her with a smile.
Zeta-Jones saw Milo, of course.
She ran over with a surprised smile, and the man followed her.
The man said to Milo with a fake smile, "Hello sir, would you like a drink?"
"You like drinking?"
Ariana heard Milo reply to the man.
"Oh, of course. Aren't we all here to drink?"
The tall, skinny black-haired man grinned and raised his glass to Milo. "Haha, hello, nice to meet you. My name is Rudolph Jones Lewis Giuliani IV. Rudy Giuliani is my uncle. I have a crush on Katherine and wanted to treat her to a drink, but she only drank two glasses and stopped. It really made me depressed."
Ariana didn't know Rudolph, but she hated the look in the man's eyes.
He looked at the British woman with a lustful look, then glanced at himself.
That obscene gaze even paused for a moment on her flat chest before moving away without hesitation.
Ariana felt very uncomfortable, she didn't know the disgusting man in front of her.
But she knew Rudy Giuliani.
It was the Catholic mayor of New York, who had visited her at her home the night after his election victory two years ago.
Her father received him personally, but her grandfather did not come out to meet him.
As she was thinking this, she suddenly felt Milo let go of her hand.
He hugged his waist.
Ariana, who was feeling a little uncomfortable, just reacted and saw the handsome face quickly enlarged in front of her.
She immediately smelled the pleasant scent of Dalmore 62 whiskey on Milo, and then felt warmth on her lips.
He is kissing me!
Kiss me in public, at the party!
Ariana opened her beautiful eyes wide, and for a moment, she didn't know whether to push him away or respond to him.
But fortunately, she didn't have to make a choice, as Milo let go of her as soon as he touched her.
When she was released, she took a deep breath to make up for the oxygen she had just lost.
She saw Milo take the bottle of Dalmore 62 whiskey from her again.
Then he smiled, stepped forward and grasped the chin of Rudolph Giuliani, who had not reacted, and said, "You want to drink? This is Dalmore 62 whiskey, worth tens of thousands of pounds. There is half a bottle left. I'll give it all to you. Don't be polite and don't waste it."
Ariana's pupils suddenly shrank because she saw Milo holding a bottle of Dalmore 62 whiskey and drinking it at Rudolph Giuliani.
Rudolph Giuliani, who appears to be tall but thin, looks terrified.
Rudolf probably never expected that someone would do such a thing to him at a banquet of this level.
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His uncle, the mayor of New York, was watching from a distance! How dare this man!
After Milo had almost finished the remaining half bottle of Dalmore 62 whiskey and choked him several times, Rudolph finally remembered to struggle.
"Let... me go, you... this... cough cough cough, bastard! Fuck!"
At this time, Milo was also very obedient.
Letting go of Rudolph, Milo threw the empty bottle of Dalmore 62 whiskey on the ground.
Milo wiped the wine off his hands on Rudolph's expensive suit, "Is it delicious? Giuliani, it should taste good, right? This is Dalmore 62 whiskey, look at what you drank, it's all over the place, what a pity..."
"Oh my god! Oh my god, how could this happen!"
As soon as Milo finished speaking, Anna Wintour, the host of tonight's banquet, rushed over.
The female devil didn't dare to scream confidently, "Ah, how could this happen, ah, my God, this, this, this looks terrible!"
The old woman called out, looking towards Milo and Rudolph.
Then she looked at the two middle-aged and elderly people who were walking quickly behind her.
It's clear that Wintour, the supreme yeast of the fashion world and known as the devil, is now panicking.
Fortunately, there is someone behind her.
The real hosts of tonight's party, the men behind Wintour, her financial backers, the two brothers from the Newhouse Group, Samuel Newhouse Jr. and Donald Newhouse, stood up.
Samuel Newhouse Jr., the owner of magazines such as The New Yorker, Vogue, Vanity Fair, and Architectural Digest, said, "Oh, it looks a bit bad, but it's just a misunderstanding! Everyone, please continue, please continue your happy party, we will take care of it here, haha, please continue!"
"Hahaha, you're right, it's nothing, just a little misunderstanding and a little accident. Let's continue the happy party..."
His younger brother, Donald Newhouse, also stepped forward in time and asked the guests to leave this corner.
This will allow space and time for my brother and Anna Wintour to deal with any emergencies here.
However, the way the two brothers looked at Milo was obviously dissatisfied.
But at this moment, they saw a young-looking girl suddenly stand out from the crowd behind Milo.
She bent over and used one hand to cover her chest to prevent any light from leaking out, even though it was very flat.
Then he bent down and picked up the bottle of Dalmore 62 whiskey on the ground with his other hand.
Then she walked expressionlessly to Rudolph, whose face was flushed, and in the latter's surprised eyes, she poured the last bit of wine in the bottle on Rudolph without saying a word.
"Don't waste it." She said seriously.
Rudolph was forced to drink half a bottle of strong whiskey, at least most of it went down his throat, and the alcohol started to rise.
"Fuck you!"
With so many people pointing and whispering around him, he was extremely angry and raised his hand to hit Ariana.
But Ariana was agile and quickly retreated after throwing the bottle.
"Rudolph, stop it!"
His uncle's anxious voice rang out, along with Rudy Giuliani's.
Milo also stepped forward and stood in front of Ariana.
At this time, looking at the surprise on Milo's face.
Ariana smiled at him and whispered, "Hey, you said don't waste it!"
(End of this chapter)