Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 984

Unable to resist Alfred’s persistent nagging, Terence glanced around and decided to stop his electric bike. He walked into a late-night restaurant by the street and shared his location with Alfred.

“Sir, what would you like to order?” The middle-aged restaurant owner approached, wiping his hands with a towel.

“Well, I’ll have a pot of clam chowder, a plate of buffalo-style chicken wings, a plate of beef stir-fry with noodles, and a plate of mac and cheese…”

Hearing Terence order almost every dish on the menu, the restaurant owner was astonished.

“Sir, are you sure you can finish all that food by yourself?”

“Hehe, I haven’t had a taste of hometown dishes in a long time, so I’ll indulge a bit more.”

Terence insisted.

Without hesitation, the restaurant owner prepared the food as requested, without doubting whether he

could afford it.

After about half an hour, all the late-night snacks were served, filling the entire table.

Terence was in high spirits, ready to savor every dish.

At that moment, the sound of motorcycle engines came from outside the restaurant, and a group of young men and women walked in.

It was Marilyn and her group once again.

They got off their motorcycles and were discussing a hot topic in town.

There’s a wealthy man named Quillen who invested 150 million in our town for development.”

that mean our rundown

such a wealthy investor, our nightlife

this wealthy man is looking for some

men and women spoke without restraint.

into fantasy because she believed the life of a billionaire

they walked in and saw Terence, they stopped in

old man, we meet again, don’t

think you can finish all that late-night snacks

mind if we join you?”

young men approached, and they seemed

“Stop!”

even understand the concept of respecting your elders? I’m warning you, don’t

old man wants to treat us to a late-night snack. What can

you’re willing to

gathered around Terence, and although they didn’t sound threatening, their numbers made it difficult for most people to refuse.

you want to

a deep voice with a murderous aura sent

this, Remus and the others looked back and

the door, Alfred arrived with dozens of black-clad men,

unmatched compared to Remus and his

They were professionals.

and amazement. She wondered who the person in charge of these men

in