Making Millions With The Eyes Of God by Eric Gus

The young man felt light-headed and dizzy from the smash and almost collapsed to the floor.

The diners around them were also shocked by the sudden commotion.

Harold glared viciously at the young man whose head was drenched by his own blood and sneered, "Get lost, or I'll break your leg!" 5

The young man held the wound on his head and growled, "Alright, tough guy, wait and see!"

Then, he ran out of the restaurant.

Harold grinned disdainfully and said, "F*cking loser, who does he think he is to threaten me? I am Harold Wilson, f*cker!" 4

Then, he put on a smug look as he said to Loreen," There's always these annoying bugs everywhere you go, don't let him ruin our night. Come, let's enjoy our dinner." 2

Loreen's celebratory mood was totally destroyed after the disturbing moment. She simply nodded without a word. 3

Throughout the dinner, Harold tried to lighten up the mood by striking conversations, but Loreen wasn't entertained at all.

In her opinion, Harold was nothing but an incapable

even if he was the only man

his hands on the stupid bugger in front of her, but it was

he saw the annoyed expression on Loreen's face. If she didn't like men who used violence, it would mean that he had dug his own grave by smashing the wine bottle on the

equally dispirited throughout

thought that they could go for a second round to get to know each other better, but Loreen frowned at his suggestion and said, "It's getting late, I have to go back now. Thanks for dinner." 1

head. "It's okay, I'll just take a taxi back." She couldn't be more clear that

and said in a polite manner, "Let me see you off then, at least I'll know which car you're in."

She nodded and walked out of the restaurant

f*cking bugger came along and ruined his

dog again, I'll kill him!" Harold cursed under his

dinner and was

"Charlie, there is a supplier quotation in my bag, did you see it?"

"No, I haven't touched your bag since we

trying to trace her memory, then, she slapped her forehead and sighed. "A h, I think I left it in the meeting room! I need to use it tomorrow morning.

at you, you're so exhausted. You go and rest, I'll get it for you."

I'm worn out. Thank you, dear, the file number is GY20191101."

the car key and went out of

and Loreen had just left the restaurant