The Tycoon Secret Heir: From Shame to riches

CHAPTER 6 A BOWL COSTS EIGHT THOUSAND

"What the hell are you talking about? Aren’t you going to treat us to this meal? I asked you what dishes to order! I even brought people over with your approval, and now you're trying to back out?" Tiffany exploded, pointing angrily at Cedric Brown.

Faton's expression darkened, and Winona Anderson, Diana Fields, and their boyfriends looked equally displeased. They had come just to mooch off the meal, never intending to pay a dime. They didn't expect this situation to unfold. Tiffany's sudden outburst drew the attention of everyone in the restaurant, and they felt utterly embarrassed.

"You lent me money, so I treat you to dinner just to thank you. Now that I have already paid your share, you can handle the rest yourself because I don’t know them. I’m not in the habit of treating strangers," Cedric Brown stood up, his tone firm.

Tiffany was furious!

"Are you kidding me? Are you pulling tricks on me?" Faton glared at Cedric, his anger palpable. The rest of the bill is six thousand—he didn’t want to be the one to cover that.

"Sorry, I don’t know you!" Cedric replied, looking straight at Faton. In the past, he might have backed down, but now that he had money, he wasn’t afraid of anyone!

Faton stared at Cedric, his fists clenched. But he furrowed his brow, surprised that the usually timid Cedric was standing his ground. That calm demeanor was unsettling.

"Seriously, you broke loser, what are you pretending for? How dare you treat us to dinner without paying the bill." Tiffany shouted, her voice dripping with disdain.

"This guy just doesn’t want to spend money. He must do it on purpose. There are always people like that. What a loser for trying to act tough without cash! This meal is disgusting," Winona Anderson shook her head, her face filled with anger. With everyone watching, she felt utterly humiliated.

"Exactly! How can he say he’ll treat us and then back out? What a shameless person! It’s sickening!" Diana Fields chimed in, not holding back.

Tiffany pointed angrily at Cedric Brown, "Are you trying to play games with me? You’re paying up today, whether you want or not!"

"You mean you want to pay for everyone here?" Cedric laughed, his calmness surprising the onlookers.

"Are you deaf? When did I say I’m treating everyone here? I don’t even know them! Why should I pay for them? I want you to pay!" Tiffany's eyes were red with rage.

"If you don’t want to treat everyone because you don’t know them, then why should I treat your friends? I don’t know them either," Cedric retorted.

"You! Damn it!" Tiffany's face turned a deep shade of red, like liver. She was about to snap!

Winona Anderson and Diana Fields were left speechless, their faces twitching in disbelief.

"You poor loser! You're just a poor loser!" Tiffany blurted out, her words tumbling out in a frenzy.

But as soon as she said it, she was shocked!

Cedric Brown shot her a glance. Poor loser? If she only knew that his mom had casually given him five hundred thousand dollars, would she still think of him as poor?

A smirk crept onto Cedric's lips as he "accidentally" smashed a bowl, the sound echoing as it shattered on the floor.

"Ah? Are you okay, sir?" the waiter rushed over, concern etched on his face.

Breaking dishes in a restaurant was common, but it couldn't happen to customers.

"I'm fine, sorry about that. I broke one of your bowls, here's mycompensation," Cedric said, placing a stack of cash into the bewildered waiter's hands.

"Sir, this..." The waiter was genuinely stunned. Just for a bowl? This customer was offering eight thousand dollars?

The other customers were equally astonished. Who compensates eight thousand for a bowl? Was this guy really a poor loser? He was practically a tycoon!

Faton's eyes widened in disbelief. Did he really just spend eight thousand on a bowl? A bowl that only cost three or four bucks? Had he really only picked up twenty thousand?

Winona and Diana were even more dumbfounded. Eight thousand was their living expenses for two months, and it went just like that, gone?

Everyone in the restaurant was left in a daze!

Meanwhile, Cedric Brown had already walked out.

"Ah!! Cedric Brown, go to hell! You'd rather give it to someone else than me!" Tiffany screamed in frustration!

Faton snapped back to reality, filled with rage!

"Tiffany, what shall we do now? We didn’t bring any money!" Diana Fields immediately chimed in.

"Yeah, my boyfriend and I didn’t bring any cash either," Winona Anderson quickly added.

Tiffany gritted her teeth in anger, shooting daggers at the two of them.

She pulled out a credit card and squeezed out two words through clenched teeth, "Card, please!"

Winona and Diana let out a sigh of relief.

The waiter finally regained his composure and took the stack of cash and the card to the front desk.

"He has already spent already $19,000. I want to see how long this jerk can keep up with the $20,000 he picked up!" Tiffany seethed.

"With how showy he is, he'll probably blow through it all today! He won’t be able to flaunt it for long. When he runs out of money, he’ll definitely come crawling back to you for a loan, and when he does, don’t even think about lending him a dime!" Faton said coldly.

"Kneel? I wouldn’t lend him anything even if he called me 'Mom'!" Tiffany fumed.

"Someone like him is just a dog when he’s broke. He’ll come begging you, Tiffany, and then you can just throw it back in his face!" Diana said.

"Exactly! Tiffany, don’t let this get to you. Why get upset over someone like him? He spends $8,000 on a bowl without settling the bill. It’s disgusting!" Winona added sarcastically.

"Not upset? That's $6,000! My dad is going to kill me. No way, I have to get that money back!" Tiffany's eyes were fixed on the outside.

"What are you going to do?" Faton asked.

"Hmph, he wants to mess with me? I’ll make sure he regrets it!" Tiffany's expression turned icy...

Cedric Brown took the elevator back to his room, feeling uneasy. Jean Jordan was in the same hotel, and even though she had been scolding him nonstop, they had shared a bed for over ten years. After his grandfather passed away, she had supported him financially, so Cedric still had feelings for her. He wanted to find out which room she was in, but he had no luck.

Just as he was about to head back to his room, he suddenly spotted Jean stumbling out from a side hallway. Her face was flushed, clearly drunk, and two men were grinning as they wrapped their arms around her, pulling her back inside.

"Please, I am too drunk! I want to go back home!" Jean clutched her stomach, looking like she might be sick.

Seeing this, Cedric quickly stepped aside. The two sleazy men dragged Jean further in, one of them saying, "Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you. Just relax and enjoy!"

"Hehe, I can’t wait! This little bitch was just pretending to be coy. I’ll show you how to really have fun!" the other man chimed in, pulling Jean along.

"I want to go back! You promised me to introduce some clients to me if I drank with you! Help!..." Jean had drunk a lot but still retained some awareness, though she was too weak to fight back as the alcohol took effect.

"Isn’t this the perfect time to do business? If you don’t want to play nice, how can we help you?" one of the men sneered.

"Shut up! Drag her inside!"

Cedric's fists clenched. No matter what, Jean was still his wife.

Furious, Cedric charged forward and shouted, "Stop right there!"

The two men, caught off guard by Cedric’s sudden outburst, hesitated. However, seeing that he was younger, they quickly regained their composure. "What’s it to you? You better watch your back, kid!" one of them threatened.

"Get lost, do you hear me?" the other man growled angrily.

Cedric pulled out his phone. "I’m calling the police!"

"Son of a b*tch!" The two men exchanged nervous glances, their bravado faltering. They gritted their teeth. "Fine, we’ll remember you! Let’s go!"

With that, the two men hurriedly left the scene.

Cedric Brown let out a sigh of relief as he glanced at Jean Jordan, who was struggling groggily on the floor. With a resigned expression, he picked her up and carried her inside, using a chair to block the door to prevent anyone from coming back.

"Don't touch me, you bastards!" Jean protested, her voice slurred as she fought against him. She was surprisingly strong, and just as Cedric was about to set her down on the bed, he lost his balance and ended up tumbling onto her. His face turned bright red as he quickly scrambled off her.

To his surprise, Jean, exhausted from her struggles, soon fell asleep. Cedric gently tucked her in, taking a moment to admire her face. Jean was actually quite beautiful.

Once upon a time, what was Jean to Cedric?

She had been like a sister to him, caring for him since they were kids. He had grown accustomed to her making the bed and cooking meals; it was something she had always done.

After watching her for a while, Cedric noticed that she had fallen asleep. He sighed and stood up to leave, but suddenly, he heard Jean call out, "Cedric Brown!"

Startled, Cedric froze. Wasn't she supposed to be asleep?