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.

 

please don't, I'm sure I'll

 

cried and shook her head, and

 

you're my best sister, you're going to help

 

had no way to back down, and she

 

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

 

became even more flustered in her heart, and she despised Wendy a million

 

were toxic friends who couldn't be trusted when it came

 

have money, maybe he can help you out. Since you two had just made out anyway, he shouldn't leave you in the

 

Wendy suggested.

 

it okay if I... do

 

help would

 

always been a goddess of

 

she could

 

up, will you? I'll really call the police if

 

The waitress prodded her.

 

"I..."

 

stop her tears from flowing out, and finally, with a resolute

 

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

 

I'll be right over. It's just a few

 

Clap!

 

arrived with a line of colleagues, and shouted from a long

 

girlfriend, right? It's just a few bottles of

 

upset just now, so he couldn't wait to earn her face back in front of the

 

saw Harry coming, she immediately jumped into his arms and cried with pearly

 

they're mean to

 

I have to pay

 

whispered with her affectedly sweet

 

put his arm around Sara and

 

thousand dollars. I'll

 

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

 

you, brother

 

Sara kissed him on

 

but leaned down and muttered a few words

 

turned to the waitress and said

 

Put it on my tab and I will settle

 

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

a suit, the lobby

 

going on? Why are there so

 

commotion over there, and now that

 

manager

 

of Lafite

 

anything, and even spoke to politely

 

his eyes landed on the broken bottle on the

 

did you just tell them to pay?

 

Carson asked hastily.

 

head with an affirmation and

 

Mr. Carson, Lafite, 10k for one bottle, 40k for

 

Clap!

 

straight across the face

 

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

 

slap was so sudden that it struck the waitress dumbfounded, her eyes crowded with tears, and she

 

for a few moments before turning to Harry with a

 

doesn't know 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 hundred and sixty thousand each!

 

Click!

 

Dead silence!

 

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