Copper Heart(3)
8
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I hid behind Teresa nervously.
Furious, the waiter, his face half swollen, surrounded the booth with five people.
The person at the front was the manager. He frowned and looked at Mark, pointing to the notes the waiter was holding.
"These belonged to you?"
Mark still didn't forget to put on airs. "Yes, all drinks of this booth are on me."
The waiter threw the notes at Mark in disgust.
The manager nodded and signaled to the people around him. "He just admitted it. Teach him a lesson."
"What? Wait a minute!"
Mark was interrupted by a series of heavy punches.
He cried and screamed, covering his face with his hands.
It was a wise decision. After all, his face had cost him tens of thousands of dollars.
The manager also came over and kicked Mark.
"Young man, you're being very arrogant. You have always bought drinks on credit. But this time you dared to pay with counterfeit money. Beat him!"
"Counterfeit money? I have no idea!"