The Billionaire Heir They Looked Down On

Chapter 008

Victor was pleased by the attention. Smiling, he nodded and said, pretending to be generous, "We don't have a reservation. Could you find us a larger private room? If your service satisfies me, you'll get a generous tip!"

The woman's smile brightened, and she quickly explained, "Certainly, sir. We have three different types of private rooms: the regular room for 28,000 dollars, the VIP room for 58,000 dollars, and the supreme room for 88,000 dollars. Which one would you like?"

Victor instinctively wanted to choose the cheapest room, but he stopped himself, remembering his goal for the day.

"Henry, we're all colleagues, and it's rare for us to get together. I think the regular room is too low-class. Let's go for the VIP room!" Victor suggested, looking at Henry. After all, today's bill would be split between them.

"No way! I disagree!"

"Victor, don't push it. The minimum spend for the VIP room is 58,000 dollars. If you want it, pay for it yourself!"

Charles and Maurice immediately objected before Henry could respond. 'Everyone could see Victor was intentionally trying to put Henry in a tough spot. If Henry didn't agree, he would be humiliated. If he agreed, he'd have to spend much more money. Either way, he'd lose.'

"I think the regular room is fine. The food is the same anyway; there's no need to waste money," Maureen said, giving Henry a way out.

Victor raised an eyebrow at Henry and continued to provoke him, "Henry, why aren't you saying anything? Are you stunned by the prices here? Make a decision. Everyone's waiting!"

Henry glanced at Victor, shook his head, and said, "Forget about the VIP room…"

But before he could finish, Victor burst out laughing, "Hahaha, I knew you wouldn't dare pick the VIP room! Henry, oh Henry, pretending to be something you're not when you're broke—what a joke, hahaha…"

Just as Victor was about to tell the woman they wanted the regular room, Henry calmly continued, "I think you're right. It's rare for everyone to get together, and going for something too cheap wouldn't be appropriate. Let's go with the supreme room."

Victor's smile froze. He stared at Henry in disbelief, wondering if he had heard correctly.

Everyone looked at Henry in shock, eyeing him from head to toe. They couldn't believe that Henry, who had always been so stingy, seemed like a different man and was suddenly being so generous. 'Where did he get the confidence to choose the supreme room?'

"What's the matter? Don't tell me you think it's too expensive and you're having second thoughts?" Henry said, mimicking Victor's earlier tone, deliberately provoking him.

"Fine, the supreme room it is. Just don't regret it when it's time to pay the bill!" Victor snapped back, gritting his teeth. With things having gone this far, he had no choice but to agree, even though he was reluctant.

He had originally planned to go with the regular room to avoid unnecessary expenses. He hadn't expected Henry to have the guts to choose the supreme room, which was 60,000 dollars more than the regular one! Victor felt a surge of regret and resentment toward Henry. He looked at him darkly, vowing to teach him an unforgettable lesson later.

"Alright, we've made our choice. Please take us to the supreme room," Henry said, turning to the woman after seeing that Victor had no objections.

"Sure! This way, please. I'll lead you to your room!" The woman hadn't expected the most generous person in the group to be the least conspicuous one. As a result, her attitude toward him became noticeably more respectful.

She walked ahead to lead the way, her hips wrapped in a cheongsam, revealing an enticing curve that swayed sensually with each step. Her long, slender legs, fair and smooth, peeked out from beneath the hem of her dress as it swung, sparking endless imaginations.

'No wonder this place has a minimum spend of 28,000 dollars; it's certainly appetizing!' All the men, including Henry, couldn't take their eyes off the cheongsam-clad woman's swaying hips, sharing the same thought.

A few minutes later, the woman led them into a luxurious private room. She prepared premium tea for them, took out the ordering device, and stood quietly to the side, waiting for them to place their orders.

"Henry, do you have enough money to treat us here?" Lily asked, picking up the menu and scanning it skeptically. Not just her—until now, even as they sat in the supreme room, everyone found it hard to believe that Henry could be so generous.

"Of course I do. Order whatever you like. Don't worry about the money," Henry replied calmly, glancing at Lily.

Apart from Charles, Maurice , and Maureen, who were still mindful of Henry's situation, the rest couldn't wait to grab the menu and start ordering.

They chose dishes that were more expensive with each order, but Henry's expression remained unusually calm. When Victor deliberately ordered a bottle of Bordeaux wine, Henry didn't just let it slide; he ordered ten more bottles. The wine alone cost over 50,000 dollars, making Victor's face twitch with pain.

Lily kept an eye on Henry's expression, and seeing him so composed, she couldn't help but lick her lips. Unconsciously, her gaze toward Henry began to change subtly.

As everyone chatted and laughed, the food and drinks were quickly served.

As expected from a Michelin three-star restaurant, each dish was a feast for the senses—colorful, fragrant, and delicious. Just smelling the aroma made everyone's mouths water.

"Wow! This is so good! It smells amazing. I've never had such delicious food before!"

"Come on, you guys, why are you in such a rush? I haven't even taken pictures yet!"

The men eagerly picked up their spoons to taste the lavish meal, while the women were busy taking photos to post on F******k, indulging their vanity.

"Victor, why aren't you eating? Don't tell me you're regretting it?" Henry teased, noticing Victor's sour expression as he sat there without touching his food.

"Hmph, you think I've never seen the finer things in life just like you? This amount of money is nothing; why would I feel bad?" Victor retorted, trying to mask his pain. He grabbed a knife and fork, stabbing a few pieces of meat and shoving them into his mouth aggressively.

However, his slightly trembling hands betrayed his true feelings.