Finn didn’t mind spending a thousand five to three thousand dollars. He couldn’t spend more even if he wanted to anyway, let alone spend twelve thousand dollars for a bouquet.

She turned to look around, desperately wanting to avoid the mocking glances of the restaurant’s guests. Instead, all she saw was Gerald looking toward her. He seemed to be happily chatting away to that unsightly girlfriend of his.

Without warning, Sara burst out in a fit of rage. She stood up and pointed directly at Gerald, who was at the VIP table, before screaming at him at the top of her lungs.

“Damn it, Gerald! What are you laughing at?!”

That pathetic loser! What was so funny? Didn’t he reserve a VIP table just to act rad? How dare he laugh at her?

“Huh? Who said I’m laughing at you? I am just looking at the flowers. Why?? Does that bother you too?” replied Gerald in anger.

Since he saw that Queta seemed to fancy those roses a lot, he asked her which ones she wanted. For that, he got one hell of a reprimand