Dragon Master novel Maximilian
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.
don't, I'm sure
head, and turned her hopeful gaze
sister, you're going to help me,
back down, and
know my family's situation, and I still have to pay for
she became even more flustered in her heart, and she despised
was surely enough that they were toxic friends who couldn't be trusted
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
Wendy suggested.
it okay if I... do
was ashamed, as asking Harry for help would make him look down
had always been a goddess of gravitas in front
nothing she could do now
you? I'll really call the police if
The waitress prodded her.
"I..."
tears from flowing out, and finally, with a resolute look, she immediately took out her
call from Sara, who was crying. And after
over. It's just a few bottles
Clap!
the phone, Harry arrived with a line of colleagues, and shouted from a long
It's just a few bottles of Lafite,
he couldn't wait
jumped into his
they're mean to
have to pay
with her affectedly
his arm around Sara and said a few comforting
all right, it's only forty thousand dollars. I'll
was overjoyed when she heard it. She was busy
brother Harry,
kissed
words in Sara's ear, which made Sara's cheeks scarlet and her legs twisted together in the shape
then, Harry turned to the waitress and said in
my tab
who looked like a big boss, and immediately
in a suit, the
on? Why are there so many
Mr. Carson, had heard the commotion over there, and now that he saw it, he probably guessed
manager coming, bent over quickly and
Lafite
smiled, nodded, and didn't say anything,
his eyes landed on the broken bottle
did you just tell them to pay? Forty
Carson asked hastily.
nodded her head with an affirmation
for
Clap!
her straight across
bottle? Look closely at what vintage
the waitress dumbfounded, her eyes crowded with
glared angrily for a few moments
of Lafite, a 1787 vintage collector. These are the only four bottles in the city, it's nine hundred and sixty thousand
Click!
Dead silence!