Chapter 925: Getting a Slap in the Face by Barging In
An hour later.
Adam Sinclair deeply regretted his impulsive behavior of dragging the person out.
Looking at the jumbled array of empty bottles on the bar, he felt like dying.
"Bring another bottle of Red Wine over!"
"Yes, sir. Just a moment." The hotel's waiter grinned from ear to ear, almost splitting his face with his smile.
It was his first time encountering such a lavish patron, who ordered nothing but the most expensive wines, opening three or four bottles at a time. He could make thousands just in commissions tonight.
As he was happily about to fetch the wine, Adam called out to him, "Wait, no more."
"But..."
"I said no more!"
With him getting angry, the waiter didn't dare to move an inch.
The man with blurry eyes from drinking impatiently scanned over him, pulled out a black card, and slapped it on the table, "Go open it!"