Dragon Master

Chapter 95: Maximilian's Face

The crowd was stunned and turned their attention to the young man who had suddenly stepped forward.

 

He was a very ordinary guy. What made him say such words?

 

Was it possible for him to be a hero to save a beauty?

 

That was 40k dollars!

 

A lot of people let out contemptuous disdain!

 

The man, dressed in ordinary clothes, spoke like he was rich and generous.

 

"Oh, where's the poor man from? He was actually pretending to be rich here.”

 

“I guess he saw her pretty face and had a purpose in his mind.”

 

"How could that happen when it comes to him?

 

He was dressed in shabby cloth and was a loser at first glance.”

 

Many people mocked him and sneered openly and secretly, ignoring Maximilian's feelings completely.

 

Sara looked up at this time with tearful eyes to see Maximilian, and she was immediately ashamed. In her eyes, Maximilian was a bragging poor loser. Her embarrassment had been seen by such a loser, how could she not be angry?

 

And, she thought Maximilian had just come over to taunt her!

 

"Maximilian, what are you doing over here? Go away. I don't need your help here!”

 

Sara scolded him with shame.

 

In the middle of the crowd, Wendy ran over.

 

"Sara, what's wrong with you?"

 

"Wendy ......”

 

When Sara saw Wendy coming, her tears broke at once and she wrapped her arms around her and started crying.

 

"Sara, it's okay. What's wrong? Talk to me.”

 

Wendy said to comfort her, gently patting Sara's back.

 

She did notice the broken bottle on the ground and the large puddle of red wine, plus the accusations from the onlookers, and she immediately understood.

 

Sara was in trouble!

 

"Wendy, I broke four bottles of Lafite and she wants me to pay 40k dollars!”

 

Sara was crying her heart out.

 

“Forty thousand?” Wendy was startled.

 

Her family was not much better, and it was 40k dollars, and she didn't have that much of money either.

 

She even regretted stepping into it now. It was hard for her to not help her best friend.

 

The waitress next to her got tired of waiting and said in a cold voice.

 

“Please pay for the damage you've done ASAP. I have work to do, or I'll call the police.”

 

The restaurant was surrounded by so many people, and if she didn't take care of it on time, she would be criticized as a waitress.

 

call the police, please don't, I'm

 

head, and turned her hopeful gaze to Wendy,

 

you're going to

 

no way to back down, and she said

 

have that much money, you know my family's situation, and I still have to pay for my

 

flustered in her heart, and she

 

toxic friends who couldn't be trusted when it

 

don't you go and ask Harry? He must have money, maybe he can help you out. Since you two had just made out anyway, he shouldn't leave you in

 

Wendy suggested.

 

if

 

help would make him

 

been a goddess of gravitas in

 

nothing she could

 

will you? I'll really call the

 

The waitress prodded her.

 

"I..."

 

stop her tears from flowing out, and finally, with a resolute look, she immediately took out her

 

sulking in the room when he suddenly received a call from Sara, who was crying. And after

 

It's just a few bottles of wine,

 

Clap!

 

Harry arrived with a line of

 

my girlfriend, right? It's just a few bottles of Lafite, how much can they be worthy

 

he couldn't wait

 

jumped

 

mean to

 

I have to

 

her affectedly

 

around Sara and

 

thousand dollars. I'll take care of

 

was overjoyed when she heard it. She was busy wiping her tears and kept thanking

 

you, brother

 

Sara kissed him

 

few words in Sara's ear, which made Sara's cheeks scarlet and her legs twisted together

 

to the waitress and

 

it on my tab and

 

who looked like a big boss, and immediately nodded her head

man came in a

 

what's going on? Why are there so

 

Carson, had heard the commotion over there, and now that he

 

waitress, upon seeing the lobby manager coming, bent over

 

this lady accidentally broke four bottles of Lafite for our guests, and I'm

 

and didn't say anything, and even spoke to

 

on the broken bottle

 

you just tell them to pay? Forty

 

Carson asked hastily.

 

head with an affirmation and

 

Lafite, 10k for

 

Clap!

 

across

 

fucking blind, is this a $10,000 bottle? Look closely at what vintage

 

it struck the waitress dumbfounded, her eyes crowded with tears, and she stammered

 

angrily for a few moments

 

1787 vintage collector. These are the only four bottles in the city, it's nine hundred and sixty thousand

 

Click!

 

Dead silence!

 

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