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 sure I'll

 

head, and turned her hopeful gaze to Wendy,

 

sister, you're going to help me,

 

down, and

 

I don't have that much money, you know my family's situation, and I still

 

flustered in

 

friends who couldn't

 

must have money, maybe he can help you out. Since you two had

 

Wendy suggested.

 

okay if

 

as asking Harry for help would make him

 

goddess of gravitas in front

 

was nothing she could do now except

 

you? I'll really call the police if

 

The waitress prodded her.

 

"I..."

 

with a resolute look, she immediately took

 

room when he suddenly received a call from Sara, who was crying.

 

wait, I'll be right over. It's just a few bottles of

 

Clap!

 

a line of colleagues, and shouted from

 

going on? Are you bullying my girlfriend, right? It's just

 

very upset just now, so he couldn't wait to earn her face

 

immediately jumped into his arms and cried

 

mean

 

to pay

 

whispered with her affectedly

 

put his arm around Sara and said a few comforting

 

thousand

 

overjoyed when she heard it. She

 

you, brother

 

kissed

 

leaned down and muttered a few words in Sara's ear, which made Sara's cheeks scarlet and

 

the waitress and said in a

 

Put it on my tab

 

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

a suit, the lobby manager,

 

on? Why are there so many people gathered

 

there, and now that he

 

upon seeing the lobby manager coming, bent over quickly

 

lady accidentally broke four bottles of Lafite for

 

and didn't say anything,

 

the broken bottle on the

 

did you just tell them to pay? Forty

 

Carson asked hastily.

 

nodded her head

 

Lafite, 10k for

 

Clap!

 

across the

 

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

 

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

 

few moments before turning to Harry with

 

this stuff, as this is our new batch of Lafite, a 1787 vintage collector. These are the only four bottles in the city, it's nine

 

Click!

 

Dead silence!

 

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