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.

 

the police, please don't,

 

and turned her

 

sister, you're going to help me,

 

to back down, and

 

my family's situation, and I still have to pay for my brother's

 

became even more flustered in her heart, and she

 

was surely enough that they were toxic friends who couldn't be trusted when it came to

 

you out. Since you two had just made out anyway, he shouldn't leave you in

 

Wendy suggested.

 

if I... do

 

for help would make him look

 

had always been a goddess of gravitas

 

could do now

 

up, will you? I'll really call the

 

The waitress prodded her.

 

"I..."

 

flowing out, and finally, with a resolute look, she immediately took out her cell

 

suddenly received a call from Sara,

 

be right over. It's just a few

 

Clap!

 

phone, Harry arrived with a line of

 

what's going on? Are you bullying my girlfriend, right? It's just a few bottles of Lafite, how much can

 

so he couldn't wait to earn her face back

 

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

 

mean to

 

have to pay 40k

 

whispered with her affectedly sweet

 

Sara and said

 

only forty thousand dollars. I'll take care of it

 

She was

 

you, brother

 

saying that, Sara kissed him

 

action, Harry who was instantly aroused couldn't help but leaned down and muttered a few words in Sara's ear, which made

 

the waitress and said in

 

my tab and I will

 

look at Harry, who looked like a

A man came in a suit, the lobby manager,

 

are there so

 

and now that he saw it, he probably guessed what was going on in

 

upon seeing the lobby manager coming, bent over quickly and

 

of Lafite for our guests,

 

didn't say anything, and even

 

on the broken bottle on

 

much did you just tell

 

Carson asked hastily.

 

nodded her head with an

 

Lafite, 10k for one bottle, 40k for

 

Clap!

 

across

 

$10,000 bottle? Look closely at what

 

struck the waitress dumbfounded, her eyes crowded with tears,

 

moments before

 

batch of Lafite, a 1787 vintage collector. These are the only four bottles in the city, it's nine hundred and sixty thousand each! So, those four bottles, that's three million eight hundred and

 

Click!

 

Dead silence!

 

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