Darien was stunned as he glanced down at the bill in his hand.
Over $300,000…
He blinked, staring at Ellie in disbelief. “What is this supposed to mean?”
Ellie didn't respond and instead turned her gaze to the manager.
The manager immediately spoke up. “Mr. Britt, you've spent $357,000 tonight. Will that be credit or cash?”
Darien blinked again, looking back at Ellie.
Ellie smiled. “Mr. Britt…”
She dragged out his name in a mocking tone, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Her cold gaze bore into him as she chuckled softly. “The manager is waiting for you to settle the bill. Why are you looking at me?”
Darien swallowed hard, his brow furrowing.
“Ellie, stop playing games.”
Ellie crossed her arms. “You can't pay the bill, but I'm the one playing games?”
Meanwhile, Mollie was completely confused.
Her two friends were even more bewildered, speaking up in unison.
“Mollie, what's going on? Isn't this Darien's bar? I remember we used to come here, and he'd just put it on his tab. Why are they asking for payment now?”
“Yeah, Mollie, what's happening? Ask him! The way Ellie's acting, you'd think she owned the place!”
Mollie quickly turned to Darien. “Darien, what's going on?”
Darien swallowed nervously. “I… I…”
Ellie chuckled. “What? Paying the bill is just common sense, Darien. You wouldn't be thinking of skipping out on it, would you? Hey, manager, what happens to someone who dines and dashes?”
The manager explained matter-of-factly, “We can call the police. Anyone involved would be taken in. For over three hundred thousand… well, that's likely ten years in prison.”
Ellie's eyes slid over to Mollie and her friends. “And what about them?”
The manager grinned. “They'd be accomplices, so they'd be looking at three to five years.”
Ellie smirked. “Darien, did you hear that? If you can't pay, you and Mollie are headed to jail. Better settle up.”
Her words were like a breath of fresh air to Keira and Erin, who felt a sense of justice being restored.
Erin, munching on pistachios, leaned over and nudged Keira with her elbow.
“Satisfying, huh? There's nothing better than seeing a jerk get what's coming to him.”
Keira blinked.
“…What is up with this girl?”
Across the room, Mollie was still trying to make sense of things. She turned to Darien in disbelief. “Darien, what is going on? Ellie, you came here a few times, and now you claim this bar is yours? How shameless can you get?”
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