“That’s right, sir. One thousand and five hundred dollars!” The waitress beamed.

Douglas’s face was a sight to behold. At first, he’d thought to just toss down a hundred bucks, and then swagger out of there. He’d never expected that bunch of flowers to be worth so much!

If he called his father over to make some noise…

No, that wouldn’t do. This restaurant chain was owned by a powerful figure over at Mayberry. Whatever clout his family had counted for nothing in here!

But neither did he have a thousand five hundred on him right now!

“Hmph. So it’s a thousand five, so what? No big deal!” Leila sneered. She was this close to slapping the money in that waitress’s face.

Gerald was watching. No matter what, she had to have the last word in this!

Leila glanced towards Douglas. He’d definitely be able to do something about this!

Patting his pockets, he leaned in close to whisper to her, “I’ve only got a few hundred left on me… I can’t pay!”

“Ah?” Leila had been expecting Douglas to st