Chapter 78 A Wine Hustler?

• Before long, Krystal Hart walked back in with a bright smile. “Sir, the payment went through. Here’s your receipt.”
• As her words landed, everyone shot strange looks at Marcus Lambert. He had just sworn that if Francis Lynch managed to pay, he’d chug the chili water sitting in front of him.
• “Mr. Jerry, why are you spacing out? Bottoms up—finish your chili water.” Francis grinned, playful and sharp. Guys like Marcus who loved to pick fights? Francis never gave them an inch.