Bryn didn't bother. He simply poured himself another drink and leaned against the couch, sipping leisurely. "Your machine must be faulty. Change it and swipe it again."
The manager wasn't ready to believe it. However, given the confidence with which the lad spoke, he wavered. Gesturing to a staff on the side, he asked him to bring another card machine.
And soon, the staff brought another machine.
The manager tried swiping the card again. But once again the sa thing was notified. "Sir, it's showing the sa. Your card is getting denied for insufficient balance."
"And I told you, your machine is faulty. Get the right one." Bryn's words were dripping with arrogance.
"Sir, I fear that the machine is right. There is sothing wrong with your card," the manager said, already losing his patience. "It would be better if you change the mode of paynt or switch to so different card."
Bryn laughed as if he had heard so joke. "Are you saying that I am incapable to pay the bills of your club?" he asked as his expression changed, turning darker with arrogance. "Do you even know who I am?"
"Sir, we …"
"I am the son of Dafydd Winslow. The young master of the Winslow family. Do you think I, Bryn Winslow, can't even pay a small bill at your club?"
The manager was taken aback. He wasn't unaware of the Winslow family. Although he didn't know the young man, he wouldn't dare to offend the Winslow family in his recklessness.
He quickly gestured for his staff to bring another machine. However, again it was the sa result. This ti he didn't speak to the young man, instead he pulled out his card and swiped it.
And in another second, the paynt was successful.
If there was any doubt before, it vanished at this mont. The manager looked back at Bryn and spoke in a rude tone. "Sir, our machines are working fine. The problem is with your card. You can change to a different card to complete the paynt. Please pay the bill."
He said, handing back the useless card.
Bryn glared at him. His friend scooted close and anxiously asked, "What should we do now, Bryn? I told you. It's close to month end and even before month end you have been spending the money. Of course, the balance would be insufficient."
Since it was ti to close the club, the music had already been turned down, due to which the conversation between the manager and Bryn had been loud enough to garner the attention.
At this mont, almost everyone was staring at them, waiting for the climax to unfold.
"He can't even pay the bill here and he was pretending to be young master of the Winslow family. He really got the nerve." Soone from the crowd said in a mocking tone.
Bryn heard it and his fist clenched. He turned to glare at the person. But right after, soone else comnted.
"He —the young master of the Winslow family. Has he even seen himself in the mirror? From which angle does he compare himself to Aiden Winslow? Although his pictures aren't viral online, given the few that are available, I tell you this boy couldn't even compare the tenth of his looks."
"Heh! What are you even saying?" another scoffed. "Did you truly believe that he was the heir of the Winslow family? Have you not seen the news? The real heir has been working hard to make his company better. He would not simply co out and flaunt his wealth like this."
"Who do you think he is?" another one said. "He is the Aiden Winslow. Does he even have to co out and flaunt his wealth? Just a look at him is enough to make a statent on his wealth and power. Little kids like this fellow, simply can't match his shadow."
"Enough!" Bryn couldn't take it anymore. He saw red when he heard them praising Aiden again. They all were drinking and enjoying his money, yet they are praising that bast*rd … how pathetic.
He glared at all, and roared, "I am Bryn Winslow, the only son of Dafydd Winslow. Do you think you can speak to like that?"
The manager pursed his lips when he saw the attitude. "Sir, don't force us to be rude to you. Kindly pay your bill and leave. It's already ti to close for the night."
"You —" Bryn's anger only intensified when he heard him.
But before he could charge forward, his friend held him back and said, "Bryn, calm down. Let's not escalate the matter. Let's find a way to pay the bill first."
However, Bryn pushed him away. "What find a way to pay? Do you also think that in can't pay such a small bill?" the alcohol in his system made him stagger. But he got his footing back. Still looking conceited, he said, "Watch , how I pay this little bill with ease."
He then turned to glare towards the crown. "You all watch and see if I can pay this little bill of yours or not. I am Bryn Winslow. And I don't have to match with that bast*rd Aiden Winlsow because I am better than him."
He then reached out to his wallet to pull out another card.
When Bryn saw him. He quickly stopped him. "Bryn, are you crazy?" He glanced down at the card and said, "You can't pay with this card. If you do, your family will easily find out."
Bryn shoved his friend off. "Do you think I am scared of anyone in my family?" he huffed, adding. "I don't have to fear anyone. Not even that son-of-b*tch, Aiden. Watch now."
With that, he handed the card to the manager and ordered. "Swipe this one and see whether I can pay it or not."
The manager didn't comnt. He simply took the card and swiped it through the machine.
Bryn smirked, waiting for everyone to see his glory…
But the very next mont, the automated sound of denial was heard.
"Sir, this card also doesn't work," the manager said. "Please pay the bill, or else, I will have to call the police."
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