Across all tables, all eyes turned to Gerald.
“Give me your best. A hundred per pax!”
It was what he’d been planning for all along, anyway.
“Pfft!” Cameron and company tried to hold in their laughter.
What an imbecile! A hundred dollars per head, plus drinks—the final bill would add up to a thousand dollars!
Tammy’s side of the table was equally shocked by the turn of events. They reached the same conclusion: Gerald was a complete fool. Anyone could see that Cameron was up to no good, provoking him intentionally. Yet, Gerald walked straight into his trap. Really?
Gerald’s lack of affluence was hardly news to Tammy. She’d already agreed with Giya not to allow Gerald to foot this meal’s bill.
Now, Gerald was going for the most expensive option available? Argh! May the heavens help her!
“I beg your pardon—that’s not what we want. Something simpler will do just fine,” Giya interceded.
“Nope, a hundred it is. Go on, then!” Gerald was losing his temper under the barrage of jeers from Cameron and the rest.
“Hmph! Let him order what he pleases. We’ll see what he does when the bill arrives,” Tammy’s cousin declared.
And so, the best food in the house was brought to their table. Cameron’s table deliberately ate as slowly as possible. As Gerald’s table was being cleared, both parties rose in unison to pay.
“Oh? Leaving already, Mr. Laver?”
The cashier smiled and waved when she saw Cameron.
Cameron made sure his wristwatch was in full view as he waved back. “That lady’s a good friend of mine,” he pointed toward Morgana. “Please set a good price for her!”
“No problem, sir. 30% off! In fact, please accept this exquisite tea set and our best compliments! Each set is worth quite a bit, and it’s just a promotion we are running at the moment.”
The cashier, clearly older than Cameron, beamed as she answered him.
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