The Understated Dragon Lord novel Chapter 138

In no time, the vodka was purchased—a common, premium brand. Such liquor often carried a hefty markup, selling at about three hundred dollars a bottle.

Brittany handed the vodka to Daniel with resentment in her voice. "This bottle of vodka costs a thousand dollars, and it's coming out of your paycheck."

"No way! Why should I pay for this bottle? Nicholas needs it, and even if it cost a hundred thousand dollars, Nicholas should be the one to pay."

Upon hearing this, Nicholas promptly agreed with a broad smile, "It's on me! This vodka is on my tab! I'll transfer a thousand dollars to Brittany right away."

Nicholas quickly completed the transfer. With the extra seven hundred dollars in her pocket just from buying a bottle, Brittany couldn't help feeling elated. This was much quicker money than her day job.

However, she still despised Daniel. How dare that country boy task her with running errands?

Nicholas looked at Daniel expectantly, gesturing towards the vodka in his hand, "Daniel, are you ready to perform now?"

"Oh, I forgot, I need a lighter."

Brittany immediately refused, stamping her foot, "I'm not going! I will not go and buy that for you!"

"I've got a lighter right here." Nicholas quickly pulled out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to Daniel, as he often carried one for his smoking habit.

"Brittany, can you grab a clean plate from the buffet area? I need it to be about this big." Daniel commanded, even motioning the size with his hands.

The flame of alcohol is usually pale blue, but the fire in the plate was blood red, looking eerily strange. Along with the crackling sound came billowing black smoke and a scent of something burnt.

As everyone watched, puzzled by Daniel's actions, Andrew couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"Why is it like this? It doesn't seem to be just the alcohol burning. Perhaps the rock isn't really a rock but something like plastic. Otherwise, how could it produce black smoke? And there's a burnt smell too."

Henry agreed, nodding as he took over the conversation.

"Andrew is right; this so-called 'rock' is likely plastic, which explains everything. Spending three million on a worthless rock was already foolish enough. And then to waste a thousand dollars on vodka to pour over it—I don't even know how to describe such behavior!"