The Legendary Martin Garvey

Chapter 7

“Hey… do you think that live-in son-in-law actually has any real ability?”

The receptionist who had mocked Martin earlier that morning now lowered her voice as she whispered to her colleague. Unlike before, she was careful with her attitude whenever the man was nearby.

“I don’t know,” her female coworker shook her head. “But I heard he turned down a reward from Miss Horner. And it must have been a huge amount, right?”

As the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in Havenport, Isla rarely gave personal rewards to anyone.

Martin was one of the very few exceptions.

Unfortunately, as the rumors said, he had politely refused.

“Even though I’m not a doctor, it’s an honor for me to help someone,” he had said. “So please, don’t think too much about it.”

The day had passed unusually quickly for Martin.

After news spread that he had saved a child from deadly snake venom poisoning, everyone in the hospital began looking at him differently.

That afternoon, just as he was walking toward the parking lot, Quinn’s voice reached him.

“Martin.”

His wife stopped him before they reached their car.

“Someone gave this to us.”

She held up a reservation card.

“H Liberty?” Martin murmured, frowning slightly. “Second floor?”

It was one of the three most luxurious restaurants in Havenport.

With three floors, the restaurant was famous for its unique and legendary system that separated guests based on their relationship status.

The first floor was for single reservations.

Not necessarily single people—just those who came individually and paid separately.

The second floor was for couples.

The third floor was for groups of three or more, usually families.

Reservations were extremely difficult to obtain.

Even the first floor required at least a week’s advance booking.

And now, there were two second-floor reservation cards in his hand.

Wasn’t that too good to be a coincidence?

“We don’t have to go home first. My dress is already in the car,” Quinn continued. “If we leave now, we still have plenty of time.”

It wasn’t that Quinn had never dined there before.

As the granddaughter of the Hayes clan, she used to have dinner there two or three times a week.

But ever since she married Martin three years ago, that kind of luxury had felt out of reach.

So when an opportunity like this appeared, it was hard for her to simply let it go.

Still, remembering what had just happened at the hospital, she added softly,

“But it’s fine if you’re tired. We can go another time.”

Martin could see the excitement in her eyes. Not wanting to disappoint her, he nodded.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

Quinn smiled brightly and immediately got into the car.

Forty-five minutes later, the two of them were standing at the restaurant entrance.

“You… are this lady’s husband?”

A receptionist narrowed her eyes at Martin.

The woman beside him wore an elegant dress and expensive perfume.

Meanwhile, this man—judging from head to toe—looked exactly like a janitor who had just finished work.

Wrinkled clothes. Slightly messy. Faint scent of cleaning chemicals.

As the first line of guest reception, she couldn’t allow just anyone to enter.

“If you’re lying, I can have you arrested.”

“Of course not,” Martin replied calmly. “What else is there to say? Didn’t she already confirm it?” He gestured toward Quinn.

“I’m sorry, buddy,” the receptionist said coldly. “But I can’t let you in. That’s the rule.”

“But—”

Quinn looked uneasy.

Their reservation was clearly for the second floor.

If she wasn’t with Martin, she wouldn’t be allowed up there either.

And now that they were already here, she would be deeply disappointed if they had to leave.

At that moment, someone suddenly stepped between them.

“Miss Hayes, there’s no need to worry.”

Wearing a sleek black suit, Ethan stood in front of Quinn, his back deliberately facing Martin.

Holding out a bouquet of red roses, he continued addressing her as “Miss,” just as he had done at the hospital.

“As it happens, I have a first-floor card. He,” he gestured vaguely backward toward Martin without turning around, “can use it.”

Quinn bit her lip, clearly hesitant.

If she accepted that offer, wouldn’t it mean she would dine alone with the director while her husband ate separately downstairs?

That was not something she wanted.

Seeing her hesitation, Ethan turned around.

“Hey, man, don’t you feel bad for this lady?” His expression was filled with fake sympathy. “If I were you, I’d do anything to make her happy. Come on, at least say something.”

“That—”

Martin would never allow his wife to dine with another man.

But before he could continue, Quinn spoke first.

“Mr. Downey, thank you for the offer,” she said with a forced smile. Even while refusing, she had to remain polite. “But I think we’ll come back another time.”

She gave a slight bow, then grabbed her husband’s hand and turned to leave.

“Wait.”

Ethan’s voice stopped them.

“Ah, right! I almost forgot. If we have one single card and two couple cards, we can exchange them for a triple reservation. How about that? I’m sure that won’t be a problem now, right?”

He smiled broadly, though inwardly he was grinding his teeth in irritation.

With that arrangement, the three of them could dine together on the third floor.

Quinn looked at Martin as if asking for his opinion.

After seeing him nod, she handed the two cards to Ethan.

“Then please go ahead first,” Ethan said. “I’ll handle a small matter here.”

“Thank you, Mr. Downey.”

Quinn bowed again.

“And sorry for the trouble.”

When she and Martin entered the elevator, Ethan immediately approached the receptionist.

“Idiot! Why couldn’t you at least act a little and say something to stop her from leaving?”

No one knew that the two reservation cards Quinn received had been secretly arranged by Ethan.

And now that his plan to dine alone with her had failed, he needed a new strategy.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the receptionist lowered her head.

“Listen carefully.”

Ethan leaned closer and whispered into her ear.

“I don’t care how. This time, it has to work. Understood?”