Life at the Top

Mr. Heron’s sudden arrival was akin to a bucket of ice water in winter completely ruined the private room’s warm and toasty atmosphere.

The comer of Drogo’s lips twitched, and while he was evidently trying to suppress his anger, it appeared that he was also terrified of this Mr. Heron’s familial background and history.

Drogo suppressed the anger he felt and smiled apologetically, “You misunderstand, Mr. Heron. I’m sure you know the restaurant’s rules and that every blowfish is prepared on the spot. There are only five blowfishes for five portions. We don’t have the ingredients for more.”

Mr. Heron scoffed and looked at Drogo before he said ambiguously, “So you want me to embarrass myself in front of my guests, then?”

Drogo’s expression changed and he quickly replied, “How about this, Mr. Heron. I’ll immediately have someone gather new ingredients and make one for you. But this might take some time.”

Coincidentally, two waiters pushed over a cart of food just as Drogo spoke.

On the cart were plates of exquisite food, including the renowned and rare blowfish dish.

When he saw the path the cart was taking, as well as and the private room number on the cart, Drogo knew that this was the plate of blowfish Vita had ordered.

Mr. Heron’s eyes lit up when he saw the cart and he immediately raised his hand to stop it.

“Isn’t there one here? I want this one.”

Drogo’s expression turned bitter at the words, and he looked at Vita instinctively.

This time, Vita was the one whose expression changed. It was rare for him to have the chance to treat others, and now that both John and Jasper were here, Vita refused to be humiliated in front of them.

“That is the blowfish I ordered.”

Vita said calmly.

His tone was light, but the implications were clear.

looked at Vita before he snorted disdainfully, “Where the f*ck did you come

“You…?!”

Vita was enraged.

he was an authoritative senior executive of the bank,

Heron was just in his twenties, around the ago of Vita’s nephews

“Don’t, don’t!”

extinguished guests. Business is good when there is peace, right?

Drogo angrily but changed the words he wanted to

was brash considering the

understand this. Moreover, the

Do you still want your restaurant or not? If you don’t, then I’ll have someone demolish it

on Drogo’s

great difficulty, “Mr. Layne, perhaps, we could give Mr. Heron this plate of blowfish first? I’ll have someone prepare new ingredients and send another plate over

Drogo made his decision.

weighing his options, he chose to stand on Mr.

all, Vita was just the vice president of a bank. If he could not ask ICBS for

though,

Mr.

complexion flushed

him feel like he had been

“Hahaha!”

good. So you still do know what’s

snorting. “Who are you to challenge me? You think f*ckers that came out of nowhere can steal what I want? Go home and

frowned slightly in

doomed

could see Vita’s embarrassment and he immediately told Vita, “It’s alright, Vita. It’s just a dish, we don’t have

“No!”

suddenly shouted, startling

Heron and Drogo, and said icily, “I ordered this plate of blowfish so it must come to my table. I’d rather feed it to the dogs than give

You’re taking advantage of my kindness, huh?” Mr.