Mollie instinctively stepped back, clutching her bag.
It was a crocodile-skin Hermès, worth a fortune.
Darien lunged forward, trying to snatch it!
Mollie immediately shouted, “That's mine!”
Darien paused for a moment.
Ellie smirked, “Yours? You're part of this unpaid meal, too. If you can't cover the bill, none of you are leaving!”
With that, Mollie hesitated, letting Darien hand the bag over to the manager.
The manager examined it. “This has some depreciation. I'll count it as a hundred grand. You're still short by over a hundred thousand.”
Darien's eyes darted to Mollie's hair. Perched there was a diamond clip, one he'd asked Ellie to buy for her on her birthday last year.
How ironic.
The truth was, Mollie's most valuable belongings were always with her.
Without waiting for Ellie's next command, Darien ripped the clip from her hair!
Mollie's hair was now a mess, but Darien wasn't done. He yanked off her bracelet, her rings, and even her five-thousand-dollar Chanel earrings.
The manager collected the items, placing them on a tray. “These earrings? Maybe two grand—used. The hairclip, seven thousand. Bracelet? Market's down; it's only worth five now.”
Mollie stood there, stripped of her jewelry, looking completely disheveled.
After everything, the manager announced, “You still owe fifty-eight grand.”
Darien pleaded, “I'm tapped out. Can we get more time to pay?”
The manager glanced at Ellie.
Ellie's smile was cold. “Mollie must have more cash in her account, right?”
Darien immediately turned to her.
Mollie clutched her pocket.
Seeing this, Darien's face lit up like he'd just found a lifeline.
He'd been here enough times to know the kind of people who ran this bar. Their enforcers were no joke.
Just a few days ago, a drunk customer refused to settle his tab, and Darien had seen the guy's finger get cut off.
No way was he losing a finger tonight. Or worse.
He both feared and longed for a life of luxury.
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