Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk-Chapter 148: Her Son-in-law Is President Sinclair?

May Lawrence shouted at their backs for a long time, but neither Nora Northwood nor Jasper Sinclair showed any intention of turning around. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

In the end there was no other choice, she glanced at the bill — over thirty thousand?

"What kind of place is this, a rip-off joint! How could it be this expensive?" Spencer, although young, knew the concept of thirty thousand bucks.

He had just ordered six dishes, how could it possibly be that pricey?

The waiter rolled his eyes: "You ordered all high-end dishes, including caviar and black truffles, the caviar was flown in fresh from Iran, even the lobster is fresh — nothing comes cheap. It’s clearly priced; you’re just not used to high-end goods."

"How can you talk like that? I’m a consumer!"

Spencer started throwing a tantrum, and next to him, May Lawrence was already pale with fear, not knowing what to do.

Thirty thousand — where would she find it? If she asked Quentin Ford, he’d probably hit her again.

"Could I... maybe pay on credit and bring the money later?" She swallowed hard and asked uncertainly.

Though it was really embarrassing at the moment, she had no other options.

The receptionist’s face read: Are you kidding?

May Lawrence collapsed to the ground, her heart turning to ash as she dialed Quentin Ford’s number.

As she guessed, Quentin Ford cursed her out upon hearing the amount, not caring that it was Spencer’s order.

"Nora’s right there; why don’t you ask her to pay? I don’t have money; sort it out yourself," he said and hung up, and vaguely, May Lawrence could still hear the sound of cards being dealt on the other end.

She bit her lower lip hard, and seeing her like this, the waiter knew she definitely didn’t have the money.

Disgustedly, they called someone to lift her up: "Since you don’t have money, you’ll have to work to settle the debt."

Spencer cursed loudly at these people, but watching the security guards approach to grab them, he instantly fell silent.

At that moment, a woman walked over: "Auntie, are you Nora’s mother?"

Her voice was soft, making everyone feel comfortable, and May Lawrence was no exception.

She looked up; the woman was a fashionably dressed young lady.

"Miss Woodward." The waiter smiled, completely different from the previous situation.

"What’s going on? How did it turn into this commotion?" she asked with a frown, compassionately waving off the security personnel.

She raised her hand to help May Lawrence sit aside — she acted wonderfully; no one saw the flash of disdain in her eyes.

The waiter recounted what had just happened, and Rachel Woodward snorted coldly inside, looking down on the two of them.

But she spoke: "Oh, that’s just too much. But it’s only thirty thousand; after all, President Sinclair isn’t short of money. Don’t worry too much; perhaps the couple had a quarrel. How about this, I’ll pay the bill."

Rachel Woodward took out her card and handed it to the receptionist, who hesitated for a moment but still took it for processing.

Everyone felt a strange sensation, and no one found the act kind — instead, they wondered if the Woodward Family had money with no place to spend.

May Lawrence was stunned for a moment, catching on to the key point in her words.

"Did you just say, President Sinclair?"

Rachel Woodward raised her eyebrows; it seemed Jasper hadn’t clarified his identity to Nora’s family.

This was something she hadn’t investigated, but now it seemed interesting.

She pinched her chin and nodded in front of May Lawrence: "Of course, The Sinclair Group belongs to his family — what, Auntie, don’t you know?"

With an innocent look, May Lawrence couldn’t quite put her feelings into words — a mix of discomfort and fury.