THE LOSER GOD OF WAR IS MIRACLE DOCTOR

CHAPTER 5

Keith glanced at Linda with relief, grateful she had finally arrived. The last thing he wanted was to waste any more time dealing with these two clowns when he had important matters to discuss.

Time to end this ridiculous charade, he thought, preparing to excuse himself and Linda from the uncomfortable situation.

But before he could speak, Emilia's shrill voice cut through the air. "I can't believe you're cheating on me, Keith! How dare you bring another woman here while we're still married!"

Denver, who had been openly staring at Linda's stunning figure, quickly composed himself and stepped forward with what he clearly thought was his most charming smile.

"Miss, I'm afraid you've been deceived," Denver said smoothly, adjusting his tie. "This man didn't make any reservation here tonight. I did. Keith here is just... well, let's say he's not exactly the type of person who can afford a place like Neon Restaurant."

Linda raised an eyebrow, glancing between Denver and Keith with obvious confusion. "I'm sorry, but who are you exactly?"

"Denver Walsh," he replied, puffing out his chest. "I'm a successful businessman, and I made the reservation for tonight. This establishment requires considerable financial backing just to secure a table."

"That's right!" Emilia chimed in, her voice filled with vindictive pleasure. "Keith couldn't afford to eat at a hot dog stand, let alone here. He's obviously lying to impress you."

Denver nodded sagely. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you should know what kind of man you're dealing with. Keith lives off his wife's family's charity."

"He's nothing but a worthless leech," Emilia added with a cruel laugh. "A parasite feeding off better people."

Just then, Mr. Jasper returned, carrying an elegant bottle that gleamed under the restaurant's crystal chandeliers. The wine's label was clearly visible, and even from a distance, it radiated expensive sophistication.

Denver's eyes widened as he recognized the bottle. That has to be worth at least $100,000, he thought, seeing an opportunity to further impress Linda.

Mr. Jasper approached their group, but before he could speak, Denver interrupted with a boisterous laugh.

"Mr. Manager, you've really gone to too much trouble. I can't believe you brought us such an expensive bottle of wine." Denver feigned modesty, smiling as he tried to show off in front of Linda.

"This bottle is worth over a hundred thousand dollars—more than what many people make in a year. It's a bit extravagant, I admit, but since it's a gift from you, Mr. Manager, I suppose I have no choice but to accept it." With a pretentious smile, Denver slowly walked toward the manager, ready to take the bottle.

Mr. Jasper's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked at Denver with obvious confusion. "I'm sorry, sir, but there seems to be a misunderstanding."

Denver's chest swelled with pride. "No misunderstanding at all. I'm Denver Walsh, and I made the reservation. Just trying to be modest about the wine selection."

But instead of acknowledging Denver's words, Mr. Jasper simply turned away from him entirely and walked directly to Keith and Linda.

"Mr. Keith, Dr. Linda," he said with deep respect, bowing slightly. "This wine is a gift from Neon Restaurant to honor your presence here tonight."

Denver's confident smile faltered as the manager completely ignored him.

"Now, if you'll follow me," Mr. Jasper continued, "I'll escort you to your private suite on the third floor."

The color drained from both Emilia's and Denver's faces as the manager's words sank in.

"Third floor?" Emilia stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"But that's impossible!" Denver exclaimed, his composure cracking. "The third floor doesn't accept reservations! It's for the city's elite only!"

Mr. Jasper turned back to them with barely concealed irritation. "The third floor is reserved for our most honored guests. Mr. Keith has a standing reservation."

Emilia's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "There has to be some mistake. This can't be right!"

"Keith is a nobody!" Denver protested, his voice rising in pitch. "He doesn't have money for a regular dinner, let alone a private suite!"

But Mr. Jasper was already beginning to escort Keith and Linda toward the exclusive elevator when Emilia suddenly erupted.

"Wait!" she screamed, loud enough that several nearby tables turned to stare. "You've been fooled! Keith is nothing but a worthless freeloader!"

Her voice echoed through the restaurant, drawing uncomfortable glances from the other patrons. "He's a useless parasite who lives off my family's charity! He couldn't afford a meal here if he sold everything he owns!"

The manager's expression darkened considerably as Emilia's shrill accusations continued to disrupt the restaurant's elegant atmosphere.

"He's lying to you!" she continued, her face red with fury and embarrassment. "He's a fraud! A con artist! How can you fall for his tricks?"

Mr. Jasper's jaw tightened as he looked between the hysterical woman and his most valued guest.

Keith's eyes had gone cold as ice. He looked directly at Mr. Jasper and spoke in a voice that was quiet but carried absolute authority.

"Throw them both out."

The simple command hung in the air like a thunderclap.

“What?” Denver said, disbelief coloring his face. “You can't be serious.”

“I don’t like cockroaches at my table,” Keith said coldly. “And you two? You’ve been crawling around my life long enough.”

Emilia’s face twisted with fury. “You bastard! You think you’re better than us because you reserved a table? You're nothing but a used-up has-been with a pretty card and a lucky night!”

Security had arrived silently, two suited men standing behind Denver and Emilia like grim shadows.

“You can’t do this,” Denver barked. “I’m with the Walshar family!”

The manager’s expression remained unmoved. “And this is Neon Restaurant. You’re no longer welcome.”

“I’ll make sure this place regrets this,” Emilia snapped as she was ushered away. “You’ll hear from our lawyers!”