“Thanks, but no thanks, Manager Frank. I quite like the feeling of being taken care of by my wife. Plus,
she likes taking care of me.”
Philip said shamelessly as he smiled at Wynn.
“Sure, I’ll take care of you,” Wynn replied coordinately, her eyes sparkling with stars.
Anger flared in Frank at the scene before him. Scoffing, he returned to his seat for there was not much
left for him to say.
Samantha saw through him and kicked Frank under the table, mumbling, “What’s that all about? You
can’t possibly have taken a fancy to my cousin now, have you?!”
Her piercing gaze demanded answers.
Frank smiled, holding Samantha’s small hand in his own. “What are you talking about? There’s only
you.”
The meal progressed with Paula’s family picking on Philip at any chance they got. To which he merely
brushed off and paid them no heed. After all, it would not make sense to let such brainless comments
dampen his mood.
Wynn, though, nudged the back of his legs worriedly with her own and whispered, “Are you okay? We
can go out if you’re not.”
Philip smiled. “It’s okay. I’ve gotten used to it.”
Frank only got more frustrated as he watched Philip and Wynn murmur to each other. He was going to
humiliate the dumb f*cker in front of everyone!
“What’s going on, Manager Stanford? Did I not say to reserve the Dragon King Room?!”
From outside the room came the frustrated voice of a middle-aged man.
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Wagner. There has been a mistake. How about I move you to the Crown Prince
Pavillion instead?”
“Move? What’s the point of moving us now? I want this private room! Do you have any idea who Mr.
Cash is meeting today? Go and tell the people inside to give me the room. I’ll compensate for the
price.”
“This… To tell you the truth, Mr. Wagner, the one who booked the Dragon King Room is the general
manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical. He’s not someone I can offend.”
By general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical, Manager Stanford was referencing Frank McDonald. It
was a public listed company on the Fortune Global 500, after all. He was not someone a mere
restaurant manager such as himself could afford to offend.
Hearing the manager fighting outside, coupled with his already stewing anger, Frank was quick to
scold, “Who’s outside? Can’t you tell we’re eating here? Take him away, Manager Stanford!”
Such an instruction immediately buffed up the ego in everyone in the private room. Paula and the rest
suddenly felt their status rise.
“It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”
The doors opened to enter a 30-year-old man in glasses with a soft-spoken vibe. He spoke politely. “My
apologies, everyone. Can you please move to another private room? I’ve booked this one here. As for
the price, don’t worry, I’ll pay.”
“No! Why do we have to move? What price? Are you looking down on us?”
“Exactly! Who are you to order us around?”
“Frank here doesn’t lack money! We’re not moving!”
The Yates sisters, Paula and Martha, were the fiercest with their shouting. They showed complete
disregard for Hiram.
Frank’s heart shook slightly in faint recognition at the name Hiram Wagner, but it was too late to back
down now after his mother-in-law and Samantha’s words. He could only face it head-on. “Mr. Wagner,
right? We’re already halfway through our meal, I don’t think it’s very nice to have us move out now,
don’t you think?”
“Mr. McDonald? I’m really sorry, but it’d be great if you’ll move,” Hiram asked with both hands pressed
together pleadingly.
“Sorry, but no! You can take the room, but only after we’ve eaten.”
Frank was done with playing nice. After all, there was no way he would disgrace himself in front of his
wife and his mother-in-law, let alone with Wynn and Philip in the room!
“Exactly! Come again after we’re done. Now get out!”
Paula began to rapid-fire her scoldings again and turned to speak to Martha, “Come on, let’s eat,
Martha. Forget about him. Frank here knows the boss of this place. Hiram Wagner who?”
“What’s going on, Hiram? Is it so difficult to ask you to change a private room? Master Clarke’s on his
way.’”
The voice outside was followed by an elder with white hair.
“You’re here just in time, Mr. Cash. They’re unwilling to move since the general manager of Rocker
Pharmaceutical is treating this meal. They said we should come back after they’re done eating.”
Hiram spoke coldly as he gazed at Frank.
“Mr… Mr. Cash?”
Frank paled in shock. Quickly, he stood up, stunning everyone in the room.
“Your private room, Mr. McDonald?”
Hudson Cash found Frank to be a familiar face. They had met last time at Rocker Pharmaceutical.
“Mr… Mr. Cash. I-I didn’t know you wanted this private room. Um, this… Here…”
Frank stuttered through his speech as beads of cold sweat formed at his forehead. That was the
chairman of Capital City’s Clarke Group!
He had the fortune of sitting beside him during Rocker Pharmaceutical’s chairmen meeting last time.
He was pretty much the spokesperson of Capital City’s Young Master Clarke!
“Yeah, I’m meeting with an important guest in a bit. It’d be great if you’ll move so that I can use this
private room, please?”
Hudson was a stern and serious man.
“Yeah sure, no problem at all. Please do, Mr. Cash.”
Frank nodded in acceptance and hinted at his mother-in-law and Samantha to quicken up their pace.
Nobody dared to speak as they watched Frank’s expression. They merely walked out of the room
begrudgingly.
Paula grumbled under her breath.
However, all of a sudden!
“Or, you could wait until we’re done, Mr. Cash?”
Spoke Philip unfazed as he continued to eat in his seat.
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