Chapter 364
“Thanks, but no thanks, Manager Frank. I quite like the feeling of being taken care of by my wife. Plus, she likes taking care of
me.” Philip said shamelessly as he smiled at Wynn. “Sure, I’ll take care of you,” Wynn replied coordinately, her eyes sparkling
with stars. Anger flared in Frank at the scene before him. Scoffing, he returned to his seat for there was not much left for him to
say. Samantha saw through him and kicked Frank under the table, mumbling, “What’s that all about? You can’t possibly have
taken a fancy to my cousin now, have you?!” Her piercing gaze demanded answers. Frank smiled, holding Samantha’s small
hand in his own. “What are you talking about? There’s only you.” The meal progressed with Paula’s family picking on Philip at
any chance they got. To which he merely brushed off and paid them no heed. After all, it would not make sense to let such
brainless comments dampen his mood. Wynn, though, nudged the back of his legs worriedly with her own and whispered, “Are
you okay? We can go out if you’re not.” Philip smiled. “It’s okay. I’ve gotten used to it.” Frank only got more frustrated as he
watched Philip and Wynn murmur to each other. He was going to humiliate the dumb f*cker in front of everyone!
“What’s going on, Manager Stanford? Did I not say to reserve the Dragon King Room?!” From outside the room came the
frustrated voice of a middle-aged man. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Wagner. There has been a mistake. How about I move you to the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCrown Prince Pavillion instead?” “Move? What’s the point of moving us now? I want this private room! Do you have any idea who
Mr. Cash is meeting today? Go and tell the people inside to give me the room. I’ll compensate for the price.” “This… To tell you
the truth, Mr.
Wagner, the one who booked the Dragon King Room is the general manager of Rocker
Pharmaceutical. He’s not someone I can offend.” By general manager of Rocker Pharmaceutical,
Manager Stanford was referencing Frank McDonald. It was a public listed company on the Fortune
Global 500, after all. He was not someone a mere restaurant manager such as himself could afford to
offend. Hearing the manager fighting outside, coupled with his already stewing anger, Frank was quick
to scold, “Who’s outside? Can’t you tell we’re eating here? Take him away, Manager Stanford!” Such an
instruction immediately buffed up the ego in everyone in the private room.
Paula and the rest suddenly felt their status rise. “It’s me, Hiram Wagner.”
The doors opened to enter a 30-year-old man in glasses with a soft-spoken vibe. He spoke politely. “My
apologies, everyone. Can you please move to another private room? I’ve booked this one here. As for
the price, don’t worry, I’ll pay.” “No! Why do we have to move? What price? Are you looking down on
us?” “Exactly! Who are you to order us around?” “Frank here doesn’t lack money! We’re not moving!”
The Yates sisters, Paula and Martha, were the fiercest with their shouting. They showed complete
disregard for Hiram. Frank’s heart shook slightly in faint recognition at the name Hiram Wagner, but it
was too late to back down now after his mother-in-law and Samantha’s words. He could only face it
head-on. “Mr. Wagner, right? We’re already halfway through our meal, I don’t think it’s very nice to have
us move out now, don’t you think?” “Mr. McDonald? I’m really sorry, but it’d be great if you’ll move,”
Hiram asked with both hands pressed together pleadingly. “Sorry, but no! You can take the room, but
only after we’ve eaten.” Frank was done with playing nice. After all, there was no way he would
disgrace himself in front of his wife and his mother-in-law, let alone with Wynn and Philip in the room!
“Exactly! Come again after we’re done. Now get out!” Paula began to rapid-fire her scoldings again and
turned to speak to Martha, “Come on, let’s eat, Martha. Forget about him. Frank here knows the boss
of this place. Hiram Wagner who?” “What’s going on, Hiram? Is it so difficult to ask you to change a
private room? Master Clarke’s on his way.’” The voice outside was followed by an elder with white hair.
“You’re here just in time, Mr. Cash. They’re unwilling to move since the general manager of Rocker
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPharmaceutical is treating this meal.
They said we should come back after they’re done eating.” Hiram spoke coldly as he gazed at Frank.
“Mr… Mr. Cash?” Frank paled in shock.
Quickly, he stood up, stunning everyone in the room. “Your private room, Mr. McDonald?” Hudson Cash found Frank to be a
familiar face. They had met last time at Rocker Pharmaceutical. “Mr… Mr. Cash. I-I didn’t know you wanted this private room.
Um, this… Here…” Frank stuttered through his speech as beads of cold sweat formed at his forehead. That was the chairman of
Capital City’s Clarke Group! He had the fortune of sitting beside him during Rocker Pharmaceutical’s chairmen meeting last time.
He was pretty much the spokesperson of Capital City’s Young Master Clarke!
“Yeah, I’m meeting with an important guest in a bit. It’d be great if you’ll move so that I can use this private room, please?”
Hudson was a stern and serious man. “Yeah sure, no problem at all. Please do, Mr. Cash.” Frank nodded in acceptance and
hinted at his mother-in-law and Samantha to quicken up their pace. Nobody dared to speak as they watched Frank’s expression.
They merely walked out of the room begrudgingly. Paula grumbled under her breath. However, all of a sudden! “Or, you could
wait until we’re done, Mr. Cash?” Spoke Philip unfazed as he continued to eat in his seat.