Chapter 250 Not Your Place to Boss Me Around

Harry looked down at Cleo in Tania's arms. The sight of her innocent face eased the heaviness in his chest. However, he shook his head, refusing to step inside Catherine's home. He merely reached out to lightly touch Cleo's cheek before walking away. After leaving, he went straight to the club to drink. He downed the drinks on the table one after another, leaving the waiter scrambling. He loosened his collar, revealing tanned skin, and grabbed the whiskey bottle. He tilted his head back to drain more than half of it. The waiter froze. "Sir, this stuff is strong, and drinking it like that is bad for you…" Harry slapped a stack of bills onto the table. "Get out." The waiter eyed the thick wad, guessing it was several thousand. His eyes lit up, and he was about to speak. Then, Harry tossed him a card as well. "Is that not enough?" "N-no, really, this is more than enough," the waiter said, clearly caught off guard by the tip. Cash was one thing, but the card was another. He hurried