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.

Vita before he snorted disdainfully, “Where

“You…?!”

Vita was enraged.

still someone of high status. Due to his special identity and the fact that he was an authoritative senior executive of the bank, people were almost

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

“Don’t, don’t!”

hands together with a pleading expression and said, “Both of you are extinguished guests. Business is good

he wanted to say. “You decide how to

sentence was brash considering

understand this. Moreover, the

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

on

hesitation, he turned to Vita and said pleasingly but with great difficulty, “Mr. Layne, perhaps, we could give Mr. Heron this

Drogo made his decision.

weighing his options, he chose to stand

the vice president of a bank. If he could not ask ICBS for loans, then he could always seek out another

though, was

Mr. Heron was

instantly complexion

had been humiliated in

“Hahaha!”

said, “Good, very good. So

other two before snorting. “Who are you to challenge me? You think f*ckers that came out of nowhere can

frowned slightly

alone doomed him to a life of small

and he immediately told Vita, “It’s alright,

“No!”

shouted,

icily, “I ordered this plate of blowfish so it must come to my table. I’d rather

of my kindness, huh?” Mr. Heron