CHAPTER 17

“How dare you insult my shoes!”

The man sneered and looked at Max's shoes with a look of pure disgust on his face.

"What are those on your feet? Did you get them for a low price?"

Max looked down at his worn-out shoes. They weren't brand new, but they had served him well for years. He turned around and looked back at the man. "They are fine."

"'Just fine,'" the man said again, his face twisting into a grin. "Maybe to someone like you. But real men—real men with money—don't wear rags.”

He put out his leg and showed off his shoes, which sparkled in the diner lights because they were shiny.

"These? Ten million dollars is how much they're worth.”

A lot of people gasped, and whispers went around the room. Everyone looked at Max, whose quiet appearance stood out against the man's flashy clothes.

Some people leaned in close and asked, "Is he really that poor?Perhaps he's just trying to get the waitress's attention."

As the conversation went on, the waitress hovered nearby and watched wit
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