Douglas’s face was a sight to behold. At first, he’d thought to just toss down a hundred bucks, and then swagger out of there. He’d never expected that bunch of flowers to be worth so much!
If he called his father over to make some noise…
No, that wouldn’t do. This restaurant chain was owned by a powerful figure over at Mayberry. Whatever clout his family had counted for nothing in here!
But neither did he have a thousand five hundred on him right now!
“Hmph. So it’s a thousand five, so what? No big deal!” Leila sneered. She was this close to slapping the money in that waitress’s face.
Gerald was watching. No matter what, she had to have the last word in this!
Leila glanced towards Douglas. He’d definitely be able to do something about this!
Patting his pockets, he leaned in close to whisper to her, “I’ve only got a few hundred left on me… I can’t pay!”
“Ah?” Leila had been expecting Douglas to still have around a thousand left, just like her. That way, they’d be able to pool their money and fumble their way out of this mess somehow… but he barely had any cash on him at all!
Now, this was embarrassing…
Gerald hadn’t planned to get involved, until he saw them whispering furtively amongst themselves, and realized that Douglas was probably broke. “Hey, waitress! Add it to my bill! I’ll pay in their stead for now!”
Leila was wearing an absolutely hideous expression on her face right then.
Although those two had been very rude to him, Gerald nevertheless couldn’t bear to see Leila caught in such a plight. Anyway, when they’d encountered each other again earlier, he’d mentioned something about counting on him in case of any trouble—that was why he spoke up now.
“Hmph! Douglas doesn’t need your money! He’s got friends, you know?” Leila snapped.
But who was going to lend Douglas a thousand five on short notice? What’s more, his dad would hear about it, sooner or later… and then he’d be in for it.
This was his way out. He’d be a fool not to take it.
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