In an instant, Dong Xiang's face turned deathly pale, completely drained of color.
Even under the dim lighting, one could see a trace of helplessness and panic written on his face…
If this card had no more money, he simply wouldn't be able to make the full payment, and his own real savings wouldn't cover the cost of a 1787, let alone the cork of a 1787 wine bottle...
After all, even that cork was a two-hundred-year-old antique.
At this very moment.
The butler's face also gradually darkened...
Mr. Dong was a respected and valued major client, but if this major client couldn't pay, he would instantly become worthless.
In the past two days, the butler had personally witnessed how this young man had been spending money like water, so debonair and dashing...
Initially, he had thought him to be a top-tier second-generation rich from the East.
But now it seemed that it was all just an illusion, a false pretense.
