The Billionaire Heir They Looked Down On

Chapter 010

"Huh?" Victor was still in shock from what Henry had just done, his mind completely blank. He only snapped back to reality when he heard the woman speak to him, and he looked at her with a bewildered expression.

"Sir, will that be cash or card?" the woman repeated with a smile, holding the bill out toward him.

Henry had casually handed her a $5,000 tip, which filled her with gratitude and made her hopeful that Victor, who had promised a generous tip upon entering, would do the same.

"I-I need to look at the bill first…" Victor took the bill, trying to hide his panic. His eyes darted around as he frantically thought about his next step.

Seeing this, the woman showed a hint of disdain in her eyes. Victor had the bill upside down, which showed that he had no money to pay and was trying to figure a way out!

"Ahem… Well, you see, most of my money is tied up in the stock market, and getting it out is a hassle. Kent, why don't you cover the bill for me, and I'll pay you back later?" After a few minutes, unable to come up with a better solution, Victor tried to stay calm and began asking people for money right there.

"Mr. Lewis, it's not that I don't want to help, but I don't have that kind of money! Even my own life wouldn't be worth 85,000 dollars!" Kent waved his hands frantically, terrified. He had over 80,000 dollars in savings, but he certainly wasn't about to lend it to Victor. Borrowing money was easy, but getting it back was another story!

Victor had no choice but to look at the next person, but before he could even speak, they quickly came up with an excuse to refuse.

The atmosphere became awkward. Victor knew how humiliating this was, but he had no other option. Gritting his teeth he continued to ask each person in turn, hoping someone would lend him the money.

"I'm going to touch up my makeup!" Jane felt embarrassed and couldn't sit any longer. She grabbed her purse and walked out.

"Oh, my makeup is smudged too!"

"Wait for me, I need to go to the restroom as well!"

Lily and Vivian, afraid that Victor might ask them for money, quickly stood up and followed Jane out.

The three women went into the restroom together, opened their purses, and took out their makeup, starting to touch up in front of the mirror.

"Jane, Lily, where do you think Henry got all that money from? There must be nearly a million dollars in his backpack. Do you think he could be a secret rich man?" Vivian was the first to break the silence, her eyes shining with curiosity.

"Vivian, you've been watching too many movies. What kind of rich man eats burgers every day and can't even afford to join the company dinners? Who knows if the money in his backpack is even real!"

"If you ask me, he's probably just upset about Jane dumping him and couldn't accept it, so he got a bunch of fake money or borrowed some high-interest loans to show off in front of Jane, hoping she'd take him back!" Lily said disdainfully, touching up her makeup in the mirror.

"Hm, when you put it that way, it does seem quite likely! What do you think, Jane?" Vivian, with a look of sudden realization, turned to Jane, wanting to hear her opinion.

"Lily's right—that's exactly what I was thinking! I've been with Henry since college. If he had money, I'd know it. He's just a broke loser without any prospects, and I've had enough of him!"

"I broke up with him just last night, and today he suddenly has all this money? Do you think that's possible? It's obviously fake cash or high-interest loans, just so he can show off in front of me and trick me into taking him back. It's so stupid. Thank goodness I dumped him!" Jane had calmed down from her initial shock and spoke with a face full of disdain.

Just then, the restroom door swung open, and a slim man wearing a leather jacket and sporting a mohawk stumbled in, clearly drunk.

"Hey, this is the ladies' room! Get out of here!" Jane, already in a foul mood because of Henry, immediately turned around and yelled at the man.

"So what if it's the ladies' room? I'm gonna piss right here, and you b*tches are gonna lick it clean!"

The man slurred his words. Instead of leaving, he dropped his pants right in front of the three women, pulling out his g*nitals and aiming at them as if he were about to urinate on them.

"Your mom's the b*tch, you scumbag!" Enraged, Jane didn't wait for him to start. She kicked the man hard in his exposed c*ck.

"Ahhh!" The man let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his crotch as he collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain.

"F*ck! How dare you kick me? Do you know who I am, you f*cking—" The mohawked man cursed as he struggled to get back up, but before he could finish, Lily and Vivian stepped in, furious.

"You dare call us b*tches? Who cares who you are? Say that again, damn it!"

"And do you know who I am? I'm your mom! You disgusting bastard, you're just as vile as Henry. I hate guys like you!" Before the man could fully rise, Lily and Vivian unleashed a flurry of kicks to his c*ck, leaving him doubled over in agony, unable to utter another word.

The three women were about to continue their assault when they noticed the man had wet himself during the beating. Disgusted, they covered their noses and left the restroom.

"F*ck! You three filthy b*tches, just wait till I get my hands on you!" The mohawked man screamed in pain and rage, lying in a puddle of his own urine, clutching his crotch.

When the three women returned to the private room, they noticed that two security guards had stationed themselves outside the door, watching Victor closely, as if to prevent him from skipping out on the bill.

The woman in the cheongsam was now visibly impatient with Victor, her earlier politeness long gone.

"Fine, I'll just pay with my card," Victor said, his face twisted with frustration as he put down his phone. He had tried borrowing money from everyone in the room and even reached out to others on his phone, but no one was willing to lend him a single cent. His lack of success showed just how poor his social standing was!

The woman pulled out a portable card reader, and Victor began pulling out a stack of credit cards from his wallet. "Put 18,000 bucks on this one, 8,000 on this one, and…"

As she swiped each card, the woman couldn't help but roll her eyes. The two security guards at the door couldn't hold back their laughter, snickering openly. Watching this spectacle, Kent and the others lowered their heads in embarrassment, feeling utterly humiliated to be out dining with Victor.