"PFFT—"
Owen Lewis spat out his wine. Luckily, he had turned his head just in time, or that mouthful would have doused Maxwell Peary's face.
Maxwell Peary nonchalantly looked at Owen Lewis, whose face was red from choking.
"You just wasted hundreds of thousands of mine."
The half-glass of wine he had dropped moments ago, plus this mouthful he had just spat out, definitely exceeded hundreds of thousands in value.
Lewis was taken aback, a look of shock on his face.
"Boss, you're being too unkind, charging me for this little bit of wine."
Maxwell Peary turned to look at him.
"When did I ever say I wouldn't charge you? Remember to transfer it to my card."
Upon hearing this, Owen Lewis's expression turned bitter, his face changing instantly.
"Boss—"
Lewis dragged out the mournful cry, just short of shedding actual tears.
"I'm ruined!"
Maxwell Peary took two steps back, his face etched with disgust.
