Then, Martin turned to the waiter. "Just do as I say."

"I'm sorry, sir, but the 82-year-old Lafite is so precious that even our Blue Witch Bar, currently only has three bottles left."

"Then bring up all three bottles." Martin said calmly.

"Sir, are you sure?" The waiter asked again to confirm.

"Of course." Martin nodded.

"Yes, sir. I'm on it!" The waiter nodded and turned away.

After the waiter left, Drew started yapping again.

"Boy, three bottles of 82-year-old Lafite would be more than one million. When it's time to pay, I'll see how you can get it out! If you can't get it out. You're definitely screwed!" Drew...