Chapter: 1753

"Get out! Leave me alone!" Carson shook off the manager's hands angrily.

"I'm not drunk yet. Give me more wine!"

"Mr. Scott, I'm sorry. You really can't drink anymore." The manager winked at the waiter on the side, hinting at him to quickly take the wine away.

Carson stumbled to his feet, grabbed the manager's collar, and asked, “Do you know Elliott Foster?"

"Yes... I know him." Elliott was a famous male star, and almost all the female staff and waitresses of the club were infatuated with him.

Even if the manager didn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry, he always heard of Elliott's name.

"Good... Very good!" Carson said. His grip on the manager's collar tightened.

“Mr. Scott... What do you mean good?" The manager's face turned red.

Carson grabbed his collar so tightly that he was almost out of breath.

He couldn't help trembling, afraid that Carson would get even angrier and strangle him to death.

"I have one more question," Carson said in a raised voice, loosening his grip on the manager's collar.

The manager lost his balance and fell on the sofa. He looked at Carson pitifully while coughing violently.

“Who is more powerful, Elliott or me?"

The manager looked at Carson speechlessly. He was confused.

But Carson's cold eyes made him swallow his saliva hard. After a short pause, he quickly answered, “Of course, it's you, Mr. Scott.

You are way much better than Elliott. He is just a male star. His fame is only temporary. Sooner or later, he will be a spent force.

He can't hold a candle to you."

"Is that so? Why did she choose Elliott, then?" Carson stared at the manager, looking like a helpless child who wanted to know the answer.

The manager was even more confused.

“She? Who is she, Mr. Scott?"

Carson took a few steps back and slumped against the couch. He leaned back half of his body, looked at the flickering lights, and asked in a low voice, “Why did you choose Elliott instead of me?"

"Mr. Scott..."

“He's just a man who makes money on his looks. Am I really less attractive than him? I have more money than him. I can give her a better life. Why didn't she choose me?" The more Carson talked, the more agitated he became. He turned to the manager and pointed at him.

"You! Bring her here. I want to ask her face to face."