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!”

who

security guards

dumb foreigners out. F*cking hell, how dare they

walked toward Jasper so

then, Julian placed himself in front of Jasper and grabbed hold of the two guards’ wrists with one hand. In a few simple moves, he had

as he watched his guards clutch their

them?! You dare hit my

in surprise as he pointed at Jasper and shouted angrily, “Just wait, you stupid foreigner! We’re not

spoke, he fished his phone out of his pocket and began making a

meal yet, why would I run off?” Jasper

Street all had some level of connections and power. After a moment’s thought, Jasper asked

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

spread throughout Golden Pedestrian Street if other stores all began imitating them. It would be difficult to remedy