The silence in the restaurant was heavy and suffocating.
Every single person in the hall was staring at the scene in the middle of the room. The guards had frozen in their tracks, their hands hovering near their batons, not knowing whether to move forward or step back. Henry sat with his mouth hanging open, his expensive drink forgotten on the table. James and Jane Hills had gone completely still at their table. But no one was more shocked than Tina. Tina stood there with her eyes wide, looking between Gerald and the stunning woman who had just bowed to him. Her brain was working overtime, trying to find a way to make sense of what she was seeing. It had to be a mistake. It had to be some kind of joke. This woman, who looked like she owned the entire city, couldn't possibly be here for a factory worker who couldn't even pay for his food. Tina stepped forward, her face twisting into a mask of desperate confusion. She was so sure of her own reality that she couldn't see the danger standing right in front of her. "Wait! Miss, you must be mistaken!" Tina said, her voice high and shaky. She tried to force a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "I think you have the wrong man. This is Gerald. He's my ex-husband. He works in a warehouse for forty dollars an hour. We were literally just about to have him thrown out because he tried to scam this restaurant with a fake card. He's a nobody. He's useless. He probably saw you coming and tried to act like he knew you just to save himself from getting thrown in the alley." The woman didn't say a word. She didn't even turn her head to look at Tina. She kept her eyes on Gerald, her smile staying perfectly in place. This only made Tina more frantic. She felt invisible, and that was something she had never been able to handle. "Did you hear me?" Tina continued, her voice getting louder and more shrill. "He's a liar! He's been lying to everyone all night. He told the manager he has millions of dollars, but his card was declined twice just a few seconds ago. He's broke. He lives in a tiny apartment. Whatever business you think you have with him, I promise you, he is not the man you're looking for. You're too important to be seen standing next to trash like him!" Tina finally stopped talking, breathing hard, waiting for the woman to realize her mistake and thank her for saving her from embarrassment. Instead, the woman turned. The movement was slow and graceful, but the look in her eyes was like a blade pulled from ice. Before Tina could even blink, the woman's hand moved. SLAP! The sound cracked through the restaurant like thunder. Tina's head snapped sideways, her body stumbling from the force of it. She let out a sharp cry, her hand flying to her cheek which was already burning bright red. Henry shot to his feet so fast his chair scraped back across the marble. James Hills grabbed the edge of the table. Jane covered her mouth with both hands. The woman looked down at Tina, who had stumbled and dropped to the floor. Tina looked up with tears of shock blurring her vision. The woman's face showed no anger. Just pure, cold disgust. "You talk too much for someone so insignificant," she said, her voice quiet and clear. She didn't need to shout. Every word carried to every corner of the room. She turned back to Gerald, her expression shifting completely, warm and respectful again like nothing had just happened. "I apologize for the delay, Mr. Gerald," she said. "The reason your card was declined is entirely our fault. We transferred your compensation this morning - over two million dollars - as part of an emergency settlement for your shares in the Newtop project. We moved too quickly and didn't file the proper paperwork with the central bank first, so your account was flagged for suspicious activity. That was our mistake and it has already been fixed." The room went completely still. Lora felt the floor shift beneath her feet. She grabbed the edge of the counter to steady herself, her face going white as a sheet. She looked at the payment terminal, then at Gerald, then back at the woman standing beside him. "You... you mean the money is real?" Lora whispered. "He actually has it?" Sweat broke out across her forehead. Her hands were shaking. She knew exactly who this woman was. If she was saying the money was real, then it was real. And that meant Lora had just ordered her security guards to throw out a multi-millionaire. "So he wasn't trying to scam us?" Lora's voice cracked as the full weight of what she had done hit her. It wasn't just the lost sale. It was her career. It was the restaurant's reputation. It was everything she had spent years building. The woman gave her a single cold look that answered the question better than any words could. "My company's legal team is already speaking with the bank's board of directors," she said calmly. "The block on Mr. Gerald's account will be lifted within the next five minutes. However, I don't believe he will be spending a single cent in this restaurant." She turned back to Gerald, her voice dropping to something softer. "Since this place clearly doesn't know how to treat the right people, would you do me the honor of joining me at The Zenith tonight, Mr. Gerald?" The Zenith. The name hit the crowd like a bomb. It sat at the very top of the Diamond Tower, the most exclusive restaurant in the entire city. The kind of place where world leaders made quiet deals and old money families celebrated in private. Even the Hills family, with all their connections, needed months on a waiting list just to get a table. And this woman was offering Gerald a seat there like it was nothing. Regret spread across the room like a cold wave. The crowd that had been laughing minutes ago suddenly found their plates very interesting. People looked away, avoiding Gerald's eyes. The Hills table had gone completely quiet. Henry sat back down slowly, his face tight. James and Jane Hills said nothing. There was nothing left to say. Tina was still on the floor, her cheek red, her eyes wide, watching everything fall apart. But it was Lora who was in the worst state of all. She came out from behind the counter on shaking legs. She crossed the floor and dropped to her knees in front of Gerald, her hands pressed together. "Mr. Gerald, please," Lora said, her voice breaking. "I was lied to. Everything I was told about you came from her." She glanced at Tina, then quickly looked back at Gerald. "I should have trusted my own judgment instead of listening to people with personal reasons to lie. Please, the entire order is on us. Every single portion, free of charge. I will personally handle it. Please don't let this get back to the owners. This restaurant is my life's work." She knew what was coming if word got out. One call from the woman standing beside Gerald and the restaurant would be finished before the week was over. Suppliers would pull out. Investors would walk. The doors would close forever. Gerald looked down at her for a long moment. His face didn't change. No satisfaction, no anger, nothing she could read. "You should have looked at the card, Lora," he said quietly. "Not the jacket."Latest Chapter
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"What are you doing there?" he asks the boy, apparently named Derek. Derek, a young adult in his early 20s, sniffs, "We... we are being trafficked." "To where and for what?" he curiously inquires. "I... I don't know. We were put in this van, and we don't know where we are going. When the van is about to return, I sneak out and manage to escape." "Where are the others?" he probes further. "I told you, I don't know," Derek replies. Something big is clearly happening. He returns to the secret house but doesn't drive the van along to maintain the ruse. "Where's the van?" Mr. Rex asks. He bows down, "I'm hijacked by some gunmen, I'm sorry." They burst into laughter, each one of them. "Good job. Good thing they don't kill you. There is nothing in the van. We just use it as a distraction." "You use me as a distraction?" he points out, his voice shifting. "Yes, and so?" Mr. Desmond responds. He faces Mr. Desmond, determination in his eyes. "I'm not working for you again. I'd rath
Chapter 166
Ethan, accustomed to his daily routine, rises early in the morning, takes charge of cooking, and meticulously tidies up the house. On this particular morning, an unusual hush fills the room as they sit down for breakfast. The sole sounds are the clinking of silverware against plates until Mr. Desmond finally breaks the silence. "Why the somber atmosphere, everyone?" he inquires. "Well, I have an announcement to make. I'm passing the reins of Des Technology and Engineering to my son, Nick," he declares, causing everyone to straighten up in their seats. Mr. Desmond is the owner of three distinct companies—Des Technology and Engineering, Des Financial Management, and Des Welfare and Growth. The primary one being technology, and he's entrusting it to Nick. "Thank you, Father. I promise to take it to new heights, higher than the where the mightiest eagle flies!" Nick proclaims, eliciting laughter from nearly everyone. Ethan, however, can't help but scoff as he stands beside the
Chapter 165
As the auction concludes and guests begin to depart, Lord Chua, a tall Chinese man with a sharply defined face, maintains an intense gaze on Ethan. Sandra breaks the silence, asking, "What will we do now?". The others have already left, with Ethan promising to contact them later. He decides to take action, saying, "I will go meet him." Approaching Lord Chua, Ethan extends his hand for a handshake, acknowledging, "Hello, Lord Chua. I know you understand English well. Congratulations." Lord Chua's bodyguards are ready to intervene, but he motions for them to stand down, aware of the onlookers. When he takes Ethan's hand, he unexpectedly squeezes it firmly, causing Ethan to grimace quietly. Leaning in closer to Ethan's ear, he whispers ominously, "I am going to kill you for that," before releasing his grip and heading to his car. Ethan moves swiftly, stopping the closing windshield and making an unexpected offer. "I will buy the girl from you for one trillion." The driver, the b
Chapter 164
Ethan's heavy eyelids reluctantly open, a dull ringing in his head. His surroundings slowly come into focus as he blinks away the blur. He finds himself bound to a steel chair, his hands securely tied behind his back. Sandra and the bar-lady are similarly restrained nearby. "You're awake. Your little plan isn't quite working out this time," Sandra remarks, disappointment etched on her face. Ethan nods, realizing that his strategy is failing miserably. They're in an unfamiliar place, far from help. As the three captors come into view, one of them brandishes a phone, gesturing for the bar-lady to translate. She relays their message, "They're asking for the phone's password. They say they'll let us go if you give it to them." Ethan scoffs, knowing that revealing the password isn't an option. They converse again, and the translator relays, "They're giving us a chance before the guns arrive." Ethan, defiant, responds firmly, "Tell them to go to hell." The woman gazes at him incre
Chapter 163
Ethan sits back in startled disbelief. "Master?" he wonders. Money certainly has the power to change situations dramatically. He decides, "I'm going to add more for you if you put away all the guns and return the people's belongings." "We will do that, Master!" they eagerly agree. They immediately return the stolen items to the passengers, who are bewildered by the man dressed in rags with such influence. Ethan continues, "I'll make another transfer to you, but... I'm sorry, I can't be your master." They drop back to their knees, pleading, "Please, we'll serve you." The leader speaks up, revealing their desperate circumstances, "It's not that we're doing this because we want to. We have to survive. We're just a group of thugs with no leader and nowhere to sleep. You see that gun? We borrowed it." "Oh, I understand. Get up," Ethan says, and they rise to their feet. "I can't be your master, but you can work for me from time to time. Give me your contact information," he offers,
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As the old saying goes, "1...2...". Ethan finds himself on his knees, desperation in his voice, "Please, I'm just curious. I see them carrying something out of a van," he explains anxiously. The old man can't help but laugh. "And you want me to believe that? You're here as a driver, yet you won't stay in your place," he scoffs. "Anyway, you've seen what you shouldn't have, and for that, you'll have to pay with your life," he declares, signaling to the armed man to proceed with the grim task. But Ethan pleads earnestly, "Please, I'll do anything. Anything you want." His sincerity is evident. The old man leans forward, a wicked grin on his face. "You'll do anything?" he inquires, raising an eyebrow. Ethan nods vigorously, desperation in his eyes. "Yes, yes, I will," he affirms. The old man exchanges whispers with the person beside him, their eyes locked in a sinister understanding. "Alright, I'll give you a chance," he relents. Ethan sniffs in relief, "Thank you. I'll do an
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