Return of the Big Boss: Secretly A Billionaire Heir

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Max strode into the bustling bar, one hand in his pocket and subconsciously gazing around him. He never expected that he would come here, not as a bartender but a customer. Some of the customers on seat peered at his face curiously and muttered to themselves about how he looked familiar, but they probably never thought that it could be the bartender, so they simply thought it was a coincidence.

He walked over to the private booth he had reserved and spotted Milton seated at a corner table languidly scrolling through his phone and a half empty wine glass in hand. There was a large table in front of him filled with different bottles of wine and ice, and he seemed to be having the best time of his life. Max folded his arms and didn’t enter immediately, peeking at what he was doing. What he saw, however, made him give a light chuckle, which attracted Milton’s attention, and he quickly looked over.

“The fuck? Why are you peeking at my phone?” Milton chastised, quickly closing the screen