Great Marshal: Marrying the Bridesmaid

"Are you serious? How is this possible?"

The waitress said sheepishly, "Yes. This bottle of red wine you ordered costs 50,000 dollars." Upon hearing this, Dawn couldn't help but shudder.

This bottle of red wine costs 50,000, which means one sip is equivalent to 1,000 dollars!

She was already mourning for her wallet.

All the money she could lay her hands on was not even more than five thousand dollars.

The most valuable thing she had was the car, but it was not hers either, as it belonged to her father.

I'm doomed.

She rolled her eyes at Zeke.

It's all his fault. Why did he insist on having the bottle of red wine?

The guests at the nearby tables looked at them with a half-smile.

As expected, they can't pay for it.

Feeling many eyes watching her, Dawn lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Um... we'll pay the bill later. I need to make a call now."

However, the waitress did not leave their table.

She could also see that the two of them didn't have the money to pay. She was worried they would leave without paying if she left their table.

At this time, Dane walked up to them with his subordinates.

"What happened, Dawn?"

His voice was loud, drawing more attention to them.

Dawn rolled her eyes at Dane and ignored him.

Dane grew even smugger. "Oh, a Merlot that costs more than 50,000 dollars per bottle. You really know how to enjoy it. I can't even afford to drink this kind of wine."

Suddenly realizing something, Dawn shot him a fierce look. "Asshole, did you set this up?"

"Does it matter?" Dane replied, "You're the ones who drank it anyway, so you have to pay for it."

Dawn felt angry yet helpless.

In the end, she gritted her teeth and said to the waitress, "Can I give you my car first, and go back to find a way to raise money?"

The waitress shook her head. "Sorry, we don't have such a policy here."

Dane laughed in an even more arrogant manner. "This is an upscale restaurant, and yet you actually wanted to use a car to pay for the meal. I can't believe you could think of this. How about you have a drink with me, and I pay for you, eh?"

Dawn gritted her teeth. "Dream on."

“Hah.” Dane said, "You're really as stubborn as a mule. You're going to jail if you're trying to eat for free.”

Zeke, who had been silent all the while, suddenly said, "Dawn, give me the car key."

Dawn shot him an annoyed look.

She thought Zeke was going to use the car to pay for the meal.

"Didn't you hear her just now? We aren't allowed to use a car to pay for a meal here."

"Just give it to me," Zeke said.

"Fine." Annoyed, Dawn threw the car key to him.

Zeke casually threw the car key to the waitress. "Go and bring me the sack from our car."

Sack?

Everyone present was puzzled.

What is he going to do with a sack at this time?

Does he want to take away the leftover? But a sack is too big, isn't it?

Dawn jerked her head up, her eyes blazing.

Earlier, Zeke said that the sack was filled with money.

Could it be...

How is this possible? I have never seen anyone using sacks to hold their money.

Besides, it's impossible he will have so much money in there.

Also, if it really is a sack of money, it would weigh at least a few hundred pounds.

But Zeke picked up the sack with one hand earlier. Is he that strong?

Not long after, the waitress called two security guards over, and the three carried the sack in.

Dawn frowned.

Can a sack be so heavy?