"Boss? We don't know your boss!"
Knox Ridge looked at the waiter who had walked in, thinking there had been a mistake.
In a place like this, a good bottle of red wine costs tens of thousands, and if it were mistakenly served and they drank it, it would be quite uncomfortable when the bill came.
"Aren't you friends with Burl Radcliffe?"
Bryson Ridge glanced at Burl Radcliffe; hadn't he called a friend to cut in line earlier?
Could there be someone else?
"It's not me..."
Burl Radcliffe looked at Julius Reed, noticed that Julius Reed hadn't said anything, but simply took the red wine with a smile and said, "Thank you for your boss's kindness."
The waiter nodded, handed over the red wine, and then turned and left.
"This wine isn't bad..."
Just as Julius Reed had taken a look at the bottle in his hand, Lewis Leocadia snatched it away.
"Pauper! What do you know! This is red wine, not the beer you drink! This bottle is worth tens of thousands, don't you accidentally break it!"
