Those girls were not afraid of trouble, but they had never encountered such a ruthless person like Jacob. Now, they were shivering on the side.
"Sir, Sir, we are just some outsiders. I know that you have a grudge against Brian, but this has nothing to do with us. Can we leave first?" The scene became awkward for a moment, and Roselle smiled and spoke up.
"Haha, it has nothing to do with you?" Jacob smiled. He pointed to a bottle of Royal Salute and asked, "What kind of alcohol is this?"
"It... It's Royal Salute whisky." Roselle glanced at the bottle of wine and answered.
Clap! Ziwa, who had never cared about women, slapped Roselle. He said fiercely, "I'll give you another chance. Tell me the truth."
"It's really a bottle of Royal Salute." Roselle almost cried out. She was also a person who had experienced a lot of things. It was not the first time for her to meet guests making trouble, but she had never met people as strong as Jacob and his men.