The Super Son-in-law

Chapter 23 The Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant

Upon hearing that Carlson had reserved the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant, Alan was also a bit surprised.

What a coincidence. Didn't Mogos say that he owned the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant?

He seemed to have prepared a banquet for him at the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant as well.

At this moment, Saul beside him said in surprise, "Carlson, you actually managed to reserve the Golden Hall of the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant?

It's not something that just anyone can book!"

Carlson said proudly with a laugh, "To be honest, apart from the top Diamond Hall of the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant, I can't book it. But other halls are really nothing."

Although he said that, it was just Carlson's bragging.

In fact, in order to reserve this Golden Hall, his grandmother had personally stepped in.

She had paid a lot of effort and asked several people for help to successfully book it.

Caroline had heard of the reputation of the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant even in Neon City, and she hurriedly said, "We're all friends. There's no need to be so extravagant."

Carlson said obsequiously, "You're an honored guest. How can you be the same as ordinary friends?"

After that, he asked Alan, "Brother-in-law, I wonder which restaurant you've reserved?"

Alan said indifferently, "What a coincidence. I've also reserved the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant."

Hahaha! Carlson laughed brazenly.

Alan, aren't you afraid that your boasting will hurt your back?

With your status, you can't even reserve the lowest-level Bronze Hall of the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant, yet you dare to brag here.

Alan smiled calmly and said, "Whether I'm boasting or not, what does it have to do with you?

I'm not inviting you to dinner. Why are you meddling so much?"

Carlson said coldly, "Tsk. Looking at you, you can't even get in the door of the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant!"

Caroline beside him felt sorry for Alan who was being targeted.

She knew that Alan was a son-in-law who had neither money nor status in the Mill family.

It wasn't realistic for him to host a reception for her in a top-notch hotel.

She guessed that Alan had said that on purpose just to save face.

So, not wanting Alan to be too embarrassed, she said, "Oh, there's no need to argue so much.

Since we've all booked the same place, we might as well go together."

Carlson sneered at Alan, "Fine. For Caroline's sake, I'll let you mooch off me today.

I'll also let you see what a high-class hotel looks like!"

Alan snorted and ignored him.

Mogos would kneel down when he saw him. What was the hotel that Mogos owned in his eyes?

The decoration and style of the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant were full of traditional classical charm and were extremely luxurious. Even the sign at the door was made of high-quality huanghuali wood.

Looking at the decoration inside the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant, Alan was also somewhat surprised.

He didn't expect that Mogos' restaurant was really quite good. He would have the opportunity to bring his wife here to have a taste in the future.

Caroline looked around and exclaimed, "I've heard of the reputation of the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant when I was in Neon City. It really lives up to its name."

Carlson smiled and said, "Caroline, since you've come here, of course, you should be entertained in the best restaurant.

After that, he glanced at Alan and sneered, "Unlike some people, if it weren't for your favor, they probably wouldn't have the chance to come to such a high-class restaurant in their lifetime."

At this moment, Tasha deliberately asked, "Alan, didn't you also reserve a private room at the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant?

Which one is it?

Show us, will you?"

Alan said indifferently, "I can't remember which specific room it is.

I just sent a text message to the boss and asked him to make the arrangements. Let me check the text message records."

Carlson sneered disdainfully, "Do you know who the boss here is?

You're just bragging. The boss here is the famous Mogos.

You dare to talk big like this. Be careful that Mogos will kill you with just one finger if he hears you."

At this time, Alan opened his phone and checked the text message that Mogos sent to him last night. He said indifferently, "He said he reserved the Diamond Hall for me."

Upon hearing Alan's words, Carlson immediately laughed mockingly, "Hahaha... The Diamond Hall?

Alan, you're really making me laugh. Do you know who is qualified to go to the Diamond Hall?

There are no more than ten people in the whole Pras City who are qualified to enter the Diamond Hall!

Who do you think you are!"

Caroline hadn't said a word all this time, but she couldn't help thinking to herself.

This Alan really cares too much about face. With his status, how could he possibly get the Diamond Hall?

Before, she just thought that this guy had no money or power and was a bit spineless. But she didn't expect that he was such a vain person.

What a disappointment!

Alan just smiled and didn't say anything. In his opinion, all these people who were mocking him were all idiots who looked down on others.

However, he was too lazy to bother with them.

Saul also sneered, "Alan, even my father isn't qualified to dine in the Diamond Hall. You really know how to brag!"

Tasha chimed in beside him, "This kind of person isn't even qualified to eat the leftovers from the Diamond Hall, let alone dine there!"

Alan looked at Saul and couldn't help but sneer.

You fool, Mogos just beat up your brother yesterday. How dare you come and dine in his restaurant now?

So he deliberately asked, "Saul, I heard something happened to your brother yesterday?"

Saul frowned, "How do you know?"

After that, Saul added, "My brother was attacked yesterday and is still unconscious.

We're investigating who hurt him and will skin that person alive!"

Do you have any clues?"

Alan shook his head and deliberately played dumb, "I don't know. I just heard something happened to him, but I don't know exactly what."

Saul said contemptuously, "You good-for-nothing, don't gossip about my family's affairs. If there's a next time, I won't be lenient with you!"

Alan smiled and ignored him.

Sure enough, he's an idiot! Doesn't he even know that his brother was knocked unconscious by Mogos?

Just then, a man dressed in black came straight towards them.

Alan thought he looked familiar and then remembered that he was one of Mogos' bodyguards.

When the man saw Alan, he recognized him. His face was full of eagerness and flattery, and he almost bowed and greeted him immediately.

Alan quickly shook his head at him.

The man in black quickly stopped. He thought that Mr. Alan probably didn't like to be too high-profile.

So he said directly, "Distinguished guests, please follow me. The private room has been prepared for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Carlson was taken aback. When did the service of the Golden Hall of the Arc de Triomphe become so attentive?

He hadn't even given his name yet, and someone came to greet him in person.

What prestige!

Saul beside him exclaimed, "Carlson, you really have a lot of influence.

I think he's one of Mogos' men. It seems that Mogos values you highly.

Do you know Mogos?

You've never mentioned it. You're really keeping a low profile."

Carlson laughed heartily and said proudly, "There's no need to show off such things. It's better to keep a low profile! Hahaha!"

Caroline was quite surprised.

She didn't expect that Carlson really had some connections in Pras City. He was much stronger than Alan.

It seemed that if she got closer to him in Pras City in the future, it would be much more convenient for her daily activities.

The man in black was extremely respectful and led everyone to the door of the Diamond Hall.

Then, he took out the form and handed it directly to Alan, saying softly, "Sir, please sign here."

This Diamond Hall was reserved specifically for Alan, and he needed to sign to confirm it.

Alan smiled and took the pen and paper. Just as he was about to write his name, Carlson's voice suddenly rang out.

Put the pen down!

Carlson walked over with a stern face and snatched the pen and paper from Alan's hand.

He scribbled down his own name and then snapped at Alan, "Have you no shame?

Don't you know who reserved this private room?

What right do you have to sign on this?"