Young Lord of The Dragon Sect
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 call the police, please don't, I'm sure I'll pay for it."

Sara cried and shook her head, and turned her hopeful gaze to Wendy, pleading,

"Wendy, you're my best sister, you're going to help me, right?"

Wendy had no way to back down, and she said with an embarrassing face.

"Sara, I...... I don't have that much money, you know my family's situation, and I still have to pay for my brother's tuition.

As soon as Sara heard that, she became even more flustered in her heart, and she despised Wendy a million times more.

It was surely enough that they were toxic friends who couldn't be trusted when it came to the moment of truth.

"Sara, why 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 leave you in the lurch." Wendy suggested.

"Is it okay if I... do this?"

Sara was ashamed, as asking Harry for help would make him look down on her.

She had always been a goddess of gravitas in front of people.

But there was nothing she could do now except begging for help.

"Hurry up, will you? I'll really call the police if you don't.'

The waitress prodded her.

"I..."

Sara couldn't stop her tears from flowing out, and finally, with a resolute look, she immediately took out her cell phone and called Harry. Harry was sulking in the room when he suddenly received a call from Sara, who was crying. And after asking for why, he said arrogantly. "Okay, wait, I'll be right over. It's just a few bottles of wine, why bother?"

Clap!

After hanging up the phone, Harry arrived with a line of colleagues, and shouted from a long distance away.

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

Harry was very upset just now, so he couldn't wait to earn her face back in front of the crowd.

When Sara saw Harry coming, she immediately jumped into his arms and cried with pearly tears.

"Harry, they're mean to me!

And I have to pay 40k dollars!"

Sara whispered with her affectedly sweet voice.

Harry put his arm around Sara and said a few comforting words.

"All right, all right, it's only forty thousand dollars. I'll take care of it for you."

Sara's face was overjoyed when she heard it. She was busy wiping her tears and kept thanking him.

"Thank you, brother Harry, mua!"

While saying that, Sara kissed him on the face.

With this action, Harry who was instantly aroused couldn't help but leaned down and muttered a few words in Sara's ear, which made Sara's cheeks scarlet and her legs twisted together in the shape of twine. And then, Harry turned to the waitress and said in a cold voice.

"It's forty thousand, right? Put it on my tab and I will settle it together later."

The waitress took a look at Harry, who looked like a big boss, and immediately nodded her head and said yes.

But, suddenly! A man came in a suit, the lobby manager, and asked coldly,

"Cindy, what's going on? Why are there so many people gathered here?"

Earlier, the lobby manager, Mr. Carson, had heard the commotion over there, and now that he saw it, he probably guessed what was going on in his mind.

The waitress, upon seeing the lobby manager coming, bent over quickly and said,

"Mr. Carson, this lady accidentally broke four bottles of Lafite for our guests, and I'm taking care of it."

Carson smiled, nodded, and didn't say anything, and even spoke to politely Harry.

But when his eyes landed on the broken bottle on the floor, he panicked!

"How much did you just tell them to pay? Forty thousand?" Carson asked hastily.

The waitress nodded her head with an affirmation and said.

"Yes, Mr. Carson, Lafite, 10k for one bottle, 40k for four.'

Clap!

Carson slapped her straight across the face and roared.

"Are you fucking blind, is this a $10,000 bottle? Look closely at what vintage of Lafite this is!!!"

The slap was so sudden that it struck the waitress dumbfounded, her eyes crowded with tears, and she stammered for a while.

Carson glared angrily for a few moments before turning to Harry with a smile.

"Excuse me, sir, the waitress is new and 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! So, those four bottles, that's three million eight hundred and forty four thousand."

Click!

Dead silence!

"What? 3.84 million! Who the fuck are you kidding?"

Harry blew up on the spot!

Was this fucking red wine?

It was money!

Sara was startled and immediately jumped out and pointed at Carson and cursed him.

"Damn! I didn't expect your Lasdun to be so shameless as to rip off customers!"

Many of the surrounding onlookers were also scared out of their minds at the moment.

What the fuck! $960,000 for a fucking bottle of wine?

Four bottles were for 3.84 million!

It was a racket!

Carson blushed, tugged at his suit, and faintly picked up a broken glass bottle from the ground and said.

"Please look carefully, it clearly states the vintage, and if you don't believe me, you can look up for yourself on the internet how much a 1787 Lafite costs.

Ill just tell you that these are the only four bottles left in the city, and they're the real deal.

Over the years, we've been open for business in Lasdun, and we've never bullied our customers. If you think I'm lying, you're always welcome to call the market supervisors to investigate." Carson's expression was contemptuous when he thought that these guys were green and inexperienced.

How could they talk about drinking when they didn't even know a 1787 Lafite?

Harry was shocked and took the broken glass piece himself, and it did say 1787.

But he wouldn't just admit it.

That was 3.84 fucking million dollars!

His company's monthly cash flow was just over a million!

How could he pay for them?

Harry panicked and stammered to Sara.

"Sorry, Sara, you're in big trouble! Three million eight hundred and forty thousand, I...... I can't afford to pay.'

As soon as Sara heard this, she immediately pestered Harry and cried out.

"Harry, they are talking nonsense, how can it be 3.84 million? They must be cheating us, we will only pay 40,000!"

How could he not be panic?

If this were true, she, Sara, wouldn't be able to pay for it even if she sold her body!

"Do we cheat you?!"

Carson's face chilled and he said angrily.

"You can go out and ask around, when have we Lasdun ever cheated anyone?

Cannot afford the compensation, right? Then I'll just have to call the police and let them handle it!"

Once Carson mentioned about calling the police, Harry immediately stood aside in abject silence and did not care about this anymore.

Sara was alone, crying and begging for mercy, but it didn't help at all.

That was nearly four million dollars!

What kind of rich guy would be stupid enough to pay for her?

However, Maximilian, who had been standing silently on the side, suddenly spoke up this time.

"Well, just do me a favor, and let her go."