“What?”
One of the ladies beside Scott immediately shifted back as the crowd froze in shock.
“He has less than seven hundred thousand dollars?” someone whispered.
“Nonsense. Your machine must be faulty. Try it again!” Scott snapped.
“Yes, yes,” the waitress nodded hastily.
She rushed towards the counter, half-scared her huge tip might be wiped away because of a faulty machine.
The manager, who was on his way out to meet the generous customer the bartender just told him about, already had another machine with him.
The waitress looked at it with relief. “Thank you, sir.”
He waved her aside and came to meet Scott himself. “Sorry about the error, sir. Let me personally serve you.”
Scott pushed the card at him, annoyance written all over his face.
“Hurry, I don't have time for this no
