Supreme Awakening Of The General's Lost Son

Chapter 9

Blake's eyes narrowed as he looked at Dean's cheap clothes. "What is this guy doing here?" he sneered. "He's not fit to be in a restaurant like this. He needs to be kicked out immediately”

"I'm just here to have a meal, Blake," Dean replied calmly.

"A meal?" Blake sneered. "You think you can just walk in here and have a meal? You're not even dressed properly."

"I'm dressed fine," Dean said, his voice rising.

"Fine?" Blake laughed. "You're wearing rags. You look like a homeless person."

Delilah chimed in, her voice dripping with condescension. "Yeah, you're really not the kind of clientele we usually get here. When will you change Dean?"

"I don't care about your clientele," Dean said, his anger growing. "I just want to have a meal."

"Well, I care," Blake said, his voice rising. "And I don't want to eat in the same restaurant as someone who looks like they just crawled out of a dumpster."

The argument was starting to attract attention from the other diners, and the maître d' hurried over to intervene.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," he said, his voice smooth but firm. "I think we can resolve this without any further... unpleasantness."

But Blake was having none of it. "No, we can't resolve it," he said, his voice growing louder. "This guy needs to be kicked out of here. He's not fit to be in a restaurant like this."

The maître d' hesitated, clearly unsure of what to do. But before he could make a decision, the manager arrived, his face stern.

"What's going on here?" he demanded.

The maître d' explained the situation, and the manager's face grew even sterner.

Eager to please Blake, the son of the second in command of the Elite Forces, the manager nodded in agreement. "I'm afraid you're not dressed appropriately for our establishment, sir. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Dean's face burned with anger and humiliation, but he refused to back down. "Fine," he said, his voice cold. "I'll leave. But I'll never forget this."

As Dean turned to leave, Blake called out after him. "And don't come back! You're not welcome here."

"You're just a poor, pathetic loser," Delilah added. "You'll never be able to afford a meal in a restaurant like this."

Dean ignored them and walked out of the restaurant, his head held high.

Meanwhile his heart burned with anger and humiliation, but he refused to let Blake's words get to him.

Instead, he made a vow to himself: he would find a restaurant that would accept him in his cheap clothes, and he would invest in it, making it the greatest restaurant in the city.

Over the next few hours, Dean was rejected by several fancy restaurants, all of whom turned him away due to his clothing. But he refused to give up.

Finally, after being rejected by yet another upscale establishment, Dean stumbled upon a small, rundown restaurant called Heaven's Cove. The sign above the door read "Welcome to Heaven's Cove - Where Everyone is Welcome."

The area around here was silent, and less busy as compared to that of the fancy restaurants.

Dean's heart skipped a beat as he pushed open the door and stepped inside. The restaurant was dimly lit, with no customers.

The decor was shabby, and the air was thick with the smell of grease.

But despite its rough appearance, Dean felt a sense of peace.

The scent of delicious food wafted through the air as Dean settled into his seat.

Suddenly, a pretty girl approached him.

Her beauty was eye-catching .

She introduced herself as Catherine, exuding grace and politeness. “You are welcome sir.”

Dean, intrigued by her presence, couldn't help but ask, "Are we the only ones here tonight, Catherine?"

"Yes, it's been a slow day," Catherine replied with a soft voice, her eyes reflecting a hint of worry.

"I'm Dean," he said, offering a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Catherine."

As they settled in, Dean glanced around and noticed that the restaurant, though small, had a certain charm to it.

He asked for the menu, and as he sampled the dishes, he was pleasantly surprised by the burst of flavors and the exquisite presentation.

"This food is exceptional, Catherine," Dean praised, impressed by the quality of the cuisine. "It's truly remarkable."

"Thank you so much, Dean," Catherine replied humbly. "I put my heart and soul into every dish."

During their meal, Dean engaged in conversation with Catherine, unraveling the tale of her struggles and goals. Because he wanted to make sure he was about to invest in the right place.

He learned that she was striving to support her ailing mother, who was hospitalized, but the business had been slow lately, due to competition from the giant restaurants around.

Catherine's determination touched Dean's heart, and he admired her resilience in the face of adversity.

"You have a gift, Catherine," Dean commented. "Your food is exceptional, and your spirit is admirable. Don't lose hope; better days are ahead."

"Thank you for your kind words, Dean," Catherine replied with a smile. "I will keep pushing forward, no matter the obstacles."

"So, how much is your mother's hospital bill?" Dean inquired.

"Fifty thousand dollars, sir," Catherine replied.

"That's quite high, isn't it?" Dean asked, feeling concerned. He recalled when all his savings was just seventy-five dollars.

"I am really scared that I might lose my mother if I don't get this money on time, but the highest I make in this restaurant is two hundred to five hundred dollars a day," Catherine lamented.

Dean nodded, "I see. That's quite unfortunate. However, thanks for everything. Here, keep the change, I will be back."

As Dean handed over one hundred thousand dollars to Catherine, her eyes widened in shock, and she immediately fell to her knees.

"Please, sir, I can't accept this money, please don't put me in trouble," Catherine begged.

Dean's expression turned gentle. "Trust me, my intentions are pure, there are no strings attached. I know the importance of a mother in your life. I grew up with one, so don't bother. I can't let your mother die, can I?"

Catherine's eyes welled up with tears as she looked up at Dean. "Thank you so much, sir, you have just saved the life of my mother, I'll forever be grateful."

Dean smiled. "That is my thank you to you for being kind and caring."

Catherine's curiosity got the better of her. "If I may ask, sir, who are you really?" she asked, her eyes searching for answers.

Dean smiled, his eyes filled with determination. "I will be back, Catherine. Together, we will turn this place into something extraordinary."

With that, Dean left, leaving Catherine speechless. She wondered who Dean could be. He dressed like an ordinary person, but acted like a multi-billionaire. But whoever he was, she would forever be grateful.