Not One, But Two!

Chapter 244

The room still reeked, but it did not stop the reporters from barging in. Everyone wanted this scoop.

"What happened, Mr. Fraser?"

"Did something happen to you, Mr. Fraser? Are you down with something? Or is something wrong with the food?"

Jonathan grasped that straw. "Yes! Something's wrong with their tea! I suspect it's spiked! Someone is sabotaging me, and I demand an explanation!" In the heat of the moment, Jonathan forgot who owned this place. His plan to escape was destined to fail.

Greg sneered. "Ooh, someone demands an explanation, sweetheart."

"You still haven't taken the tea away yet." Abigail was getting worried.

"It's fine." Greg took her to room 302 without a care. "What's this? Do you want an explanation?" Greg came in with Abigail in hand.

Abigail knew the room reeked, but it still hit her like a truck. She covered her nose right away. "Did you soil your pants? At least keep your bowel movements in check, god."

Jonathan wanted to hide somewhere the sun did not shine. He realized the mistake he made the moment Greg came in. Sh*t. I totally forgot he owns this place, but I gotta go through with it. "I know the manager must have spiked my tea, uncle. I just know it."

"Did you get on the manager's bad side?" The smell was getting to Greg as well. He took a few steps back, and the crowd parted ways, but they stayed back to watch.

This was the first time Jonathan was so embarrassed, and Abigail was right here too. It riled him up. "No. And that's why I want him to tell me why he did this."

"Do you have proof that the tea is spiked?" Greg asked calmly, but his face had fallen. Accusing them of serving subpar food would effectively ruin their reputation. It would be disastrous for Jonathan if he had no proof. Jonathan was related to Greg too, and it piqued the crowd's interest more.

Jonathan had no proof, and it frustrated him. "I'll have proof once someone investigates this."

damages caused to Mr. Fraser if the tea is really spiked. But you'll have to explain yourself if this turns out to be a false

beat. He turned his gaze to Abigail, annoyed that she didn't even pay him any attention. Fine. I'll go

manager went and

naked in front of them. The fact he soiled his pants was super embarrassing. "You had better not post the photos

photos of him, and nobody cared how he felt. No matter what the truth was, the fact that Jonathan soiled his pants

the people would post the photos faster than they could, so they called their bosses and suggested that

but he could not even move.

is the age of the Internet. Nobody's scared of him. He wants to humiliate Emma?

made it online, and it topped the trending charts of most

and she cared about her reputation more than anything, but her son just destroyed her family's reputation. "What's going on? Why did this happen? I want you to call these media outlets and tell them to take the video down, or I'll

away. She hoped he would

sneered. He took it and

busy, but you have

it?" Greg

after all. You don't want him to embarrass your family, right? You have to take those videos down. I know you can do it.

air around him seemed to drop a few centigrades. Abigail noticed this change in him, and she held

looked at her. She wanted to embarrass him. I don't know why she did that, but since she hates him, I'm not going to help him. Greg said icily, "Yeah, he did something stupid alright. He crossed me. I'm not going to do anything about the video. He said my restaurant's tea is spoiled. I won't let this slide until

Nobody's going to spread any

thought Victoria raised him. Everyone says she lets Greg get his way even if her son has to sacrifice a little. But this… this is

hell are you talking about, Mom? I'm right here at Food Hall! Uncle owns

this boy have to have

home, Mom." Mom's going to go into berserk mode if she comes, and there's a ton of reporters here. Jonathan was worried. He had to keep things as calm as it was. And I can't have Mom and Greg fight too, or nobody's going to convince Grandma to help me out. Jonathan was hedging all his