Infinite Wealth: Revenge of the Lost Heir

CHAPTER 7: THE FAKE QUEEN EXPELLED

David felt all the joints of his body freeze instantly. His hands trembled violently as he read page after page of the documents presented by Richard Coleman. His eyes moved rapidly, scanning the lines of sentences from one page to the next, then returning to the first page as if hoping all the writing was merely a manifestation of a nightmare.

However, reality refused to compromise. Every signature on the stamped paper, every official seal of the district court, down to the entirety of those absolute acquisition files—all of them were valid. David's face slowly lost its color, leaving behind pale skin wet with cold sweat.

"No... this can't be happening..." David muttered in a hoarse voice that was nearly gone.

Richard adjusted his gold glasses with a casual, graceful movement. "Five minutes ago, the ownership of this restaurant officially changed hands under Manhattan law." Richard's voice sounded incredibly calm, yet it was precisely that calmness that made the atmosphere inside the room feel increasingly suffocating. "You are no longer the manager of this restaurant, David. You are fired."

That short sentence hit David's consciousness squarely like the strike of an iron mace. "I have devoted myself and worked here for seven years!" David shouted in panic, trying to beg for mercy.

"I know," Richard replied while closing his document folder with a slow, firm tap. "And during those seven years as well, you have been proven to abuse your position, conduct systematic discrimination against your subordinate staff, and allow certain customers to treat the employees here like corporate slaves." Richard glanced briefly toward Chloe, who was still frozen in the marble corner. "Our new owner absolutely despises such low things."

A moment later, the glass doors were pushed wide open. Several heavily-built men in dark suits stepped inside soundlessly. Their movements appeared trained—cold, efficient, and direct. Without needing to be commanded twice, they immediately broke formation and firmly grabbed both of David's arms.

"Wait! I can explain everything! Let me go!" David struggled, but the grip of that living concrete barrier was too strong. The plump man was forcibly dragged out of the restaurant in front of all the customers, who watched with disgusted expressions. Not a single person spoke up to defend him. Everyone in the room knew that today, David's career had come to a lethal end.

Amber Miller, who had been standing as stiff as a statue until now, finally snapped out of her shock. "What on earth is this?!" her voice shrilled high, full of hysteria. "Have you all gone mad?!"

Amber stepped forward, pointing at Richard's face with her index finger, which trembled from overflowing rage. "Do you know who I am, huh?! I am the fiancée of the Vance family!"

Richard looked at her with a flat gaze, completely unintimidated by the threat. "Of course I know."

"Then get your people out of here right now!"

Instead, Richard displayed a thin smile laden with legal sarcasm. "The question is... which Vance family fiancée? The fiancée of the late Julian Vance? The fiancée of Ryan Vance? Or whose fiancée do you plan to become next week?"

Pfft.

Several customers at the VIP tables spontaneously stifled laughs upon hearing that direct mockery. Amber's face instantly flushed crimson, burning with extraordinary shame. "You—!"

"In addition," Richard cut in, without giving Amber any opportunity to hurl insults. "Our new owner also left a specific line of message for you, Ms. Miller."