The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 197
“Master, no way! Their food is served!”
“You still don't understand? Don't you know who you're talking to? Three minutes, that's all I'll give you—and if you can't finish it for me, your manager will do it in your place. Try me!” the man was bluffing arrogantly.
“Alright... I'll try it.” The waiter rushed in and explained the situation.
Lilian and the others would not have it.
What does this mean? They've got here first — they've even started eating! Now, you come here and say, what, move tables? Like those?
Who do you think you are!
"Cannot be. Tell them we won't move!” Lilian glared, her anger suddenly burning.
“Oh? I want to see who yells there, thinks he's cool!”
The door to the private room opened, and another group immediately entered.
It builds towards a fight.
Murphy is their champion on this side. He doesn't have to fear your rich bad boy—especially now he works for the Mayberry group. Everyone looked towards him with anticipation.
Murphy cleared his throat and stood up. “Friends, we did book this room first. Changing places now is not an option—it makes no sense. How about this, next time, I make it as my treat? We can eat together at Homeland Kitchen along Mayberry Commercial Street!”
He was cool and calm, smiling kindly.
It was a statement that carried a lot of charge: They stood upright, and he had a connection to Mayberry.
“God! Everyone and their mother confessed to Mayberry today! You think just because I don't work there myself, it means I don't have any good friends at Mayberry?”
Saying this, someone appeared in the doorway, walking with both hands in his pocket.
"Trs. Zieglers! So that's you, Sir?” Seeing this man, Murphy's stern face instantly turned into an exaggerated lick. Even Sharon had to take her eyes off this sight.
Yancy Ziegler was a big kahuna who attended Sunnydale University and had painted the city red regularly with the Bakers!
She has also been a recurring fixture at cruise ship parties, where she is said to befriend someone famous!
These big. Yancy was no ordinary rich kid at all!
"Oh, you know who I am?" yancy said kindly.
“So... one of Ken's boys, huh?” Yancy smiled. "I came here for dinner .. Is switching tables for my sake really too much to ask?"
"That means no offense, I swear, but... Mr. Ziegler, we've started here, you know ... Can't you see this as my help?"
“Pah! Like I owe you.” Yancy finished playing well. "Quite horseshit — will you move or not?"
Murphy swallowed with difficulty. So is everyone at the table.
Master Yancy Ziegler was not a person to be taken lightly.
The usual Murphy routine is useless here. One word to Aiden and he can say goodbye to his precious work on Mayberry Street.
Even though his cheeks were burning right now, there was nothing to do but grit his teeth and say, “Understood! We'll move!”
"God, but there's so many dishes on the table... How do we do it?" Lilian suddenly chirped sweetly. Just a moment ago, she was a raging tigress.
Although he was still discussing the same matter as before, this time, he had become a meowing kitten.
“Gerald can move everything to our new table. Clear the room for Mr Ziegler!” one of the other girls suggested.
"Really! That's how we're going to do it, then!” Everyone nodded in agreement.
Yancy, meanwhile, froze in place.
The gerald?
He looked at the young man, sitting with his back facing towards him, only silently gnawing without a care anymore in the world.
To be honest, when Yancy first walked in here, she glanced at the same man and thought that he looked familiar.
Now that his name was mentioned, Yancy went straight into action, rushing to the Gerald for a clearer look.
He almost shouted out loud. That's Gerald Crawford!
“Gerald! J-so you're here!” Yancy stuttered, remembering what Aiden said last time.
Behind him, the minions who had also met Gerald before were too shocked to make a move.