Whenever she thought about the person responsible for all this, Lan Xinxi felt an overwhelming urge to tear that person to pieces.
Lan Xinru approached, glanced at the bill, and commented, "That’s definitely a rip-off."
This isn’t a bill; it’s practically daylight robbery.
Even more outrageous than the bill from this morning.
Every dish, every bottle of wine, the venue fees... all astronomically priced, leaving them stunned.
The two women looked at Young Master Lin’s gloomy face with trepidation, secretly eager to see what he would do next.
But to their embarrassment, someone did nothing, opting instead to turn away and leave. Yet someone else decided to confront him fearlessly, and everyone watched as the so-called supervisor blocked Young Master Lin’s gloomy path again, speaking seriously but seemingly provocative to others. Read full story at nοvelfire.net
"Is Young Master Lin not planning to settle the bill?" The supervisor, pretending to be calm, was inwardly cursing the unreliable managers and boss numerous times for assigning him such a ridiculous task—provoking the renowned Young Master Lin from B City—while wondering if he’d still be alive to see the next day’s sun. He felt an urge to flee but remembered his salary for this month hadn’t arrived yet, so he had to stick it out.
Upon seeing the supervisor’s stiffened back, someone persisted, "Young Master Lin, Boss said there’s no problem if you need a tab."
The onlookers were taken aback, wondering if the well-off Young Master Lin, CEO of Lin Group, couldn’t pay his bill. If word got out, people might think Lin Group was bankrupt.
Everyone wore amused expressions, unaware that behind them, Young Master Lin’s face was dark with fury; he wished he could strangle a certain woman. His wallet was with her, leaving him with just one card to pay the bill.
As if the tension wasn’t high enough, the supervisor continued with cheerful composure, "Boss also said, if Young Master Lin really can’t pay, that’s fine..."
The next moment, someone’s mouth was tightly covered, and several credit cards were thrown onto the counter, stunning the bartender.
"Stop staring, start swiping; these cards might max out. Let’s hope the banks won’t suspect us of money laundering tomorrow."
The bartender, amid the supervisor’s snide remarks, maxed out each card, finally saying apologetically, "Sorry, there’s still a little short."
Unreliable situations occur every year; today seems exceptionally full of them.
As the bride, Xi Yu had no choice but to hand over her secret stash from her brother this morning, "Use this to cover the remainder."
The next moment, the situation took a dramatic turn. The supervisor recognized the speaker, beaming with a dazzling smile, "Oh, it’s Mrs. Zuo! The lovely Boss said that if Mrs. Zuo pays, it’s free of charge. But the previous cards have been charged, so they can’t be reversed. We’ll consider the remaining portion discounted. Mrs. Zuo, keep this card safe; now, everyone can leave. Champs Elysees is closing, no farewell needed."
Isn’t Champs Elysees open 24 hours?