Chapter 1755

It was not just Marc who did not get it—half the room looked just as confused. Marion furrowed his brow. To him, Marc's offer to pay the check just to impress the guy showed good instincts, which should have worked. So, how did it fall apart? Seeing Marc clutching his wounds and falling silent, Marion urged him on. "Keep going. You stopped halfway—what gave you away?" Marc's face twisted in pain, every muscle tensed, and he could barely speak. But after grinding through a wave of sharp agony, he finally opened his mouth again. "He told me... I was just a broke waiter desperate to find a way to make money. I was chasing strangers around, begging for a way out. Anyone like me wouldn't even have 3,000 dollars in their pocket, let alone 22,000 dollars. "And he was right. I didn't even have 3,000 dollars. I finally understood where I went wrong. But I still had one shot left. I realized if I stopped acting like someone I wasn't—if I just dropped the whole rich guy act—I could maybe fool