"Wow, you really say it like it means something!"
The matchmaker sneered, her face full of disdain.
"Who are you trying to scare? You're just a poor farmer. You probably can't even come up with ten thousand, let alone a million! Talking about a car worth four hundred thousand too! I think you've gone crazy!"
Juan Evans also sneered, "I really want to see how you come up with that million!"
He found it somewhat amusing; this shabby dressed farmer, obviously a pauper.
Yet such a pauper kept talking about pulling out a million as if money grew on trees with that casually dismissive tone.
If this isn't a joke, what is!
This guy's either got a screw loose or is trying to scare him deliberately, and how could he possibly fall for it.
He instead felt a bit inclined to watch the show, eager to see how this guy would embarrass himself.
Mrs. Bell stood on the side, looking at me, then at the others, a face of suspicion and surprise.
