Life at the Top

To be honest, it was not considered cheap for two people to spend 200 dollars on a meal in these times.

However, it was not the case if they were at Golden Pedestrian Street in Waterhoof City, a lively and bustling place.

Flynn Herrett’s hands had been cramping from the amount of money he handled each day ever since he opened up this restaurant. He had a relative working as a property manager who was initially against him opening up a restaurant here, but they were now on their knees begging him to extend his lease.

After all, for every customer they served, they would order at least 600 or 700 dollars worth of food that cost less than 100 dollars to prepare. These huge, sudden profits had naturally led Flynn to look down upon seemingly poor people who were taking up space like Jasper.

With his sudden surge in wealth combined with the fact he had a property manager backing him up, Flynn was never scared of customers complaining or finding fault with him. Had there been anyone who he failed to deal with?

Jasper gazed calmly at Flynn as he asked, “Do you treat all your customers like this?”

Flynn said exasperatedly, “F*cking hell, you two foreigners are trying to put yourselves on a pedestal now? I’ve always had this attitude. What are you going to do about it? You can eat here if you want to, or get the hell out if you can’t wait any longer!

“You’d best believe that I’ll get someone to throw you out if you don’t get the hell out right now!”

“I’m going to remain sitting here. Why don’t you try getting your men to kick me out?” Jasper asked calmly.

“Hey!”

oddly as he said, “Have I met someone who doesn’t know what’s good for

guards appeared behind

foreigners out. F*cking hell, how dare

toward

of Jasper and grabbed hold of the two guards’ wrists with one hand. In a few simple

Flynn’s face turned ugly as he watched his guards

You dare hit my people

“Just wait, you stupid foreigner! We’re

Flynn spoke, he fished his phone out of his pocket

yet, why would I run off?” Jasper

of connections and power. After a moment’s thought,

the city hall was different from dealing with the usual forces. It was best to take care of things from the city hall’s level instead of

to publicize what had just happened. Else, bad morale would spread throughout Golden Pedestrian Street