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."

get someone from the National Medical Products Administration here. I'll pay for the fine and all damages caused to Mr. Fraser if the tea is really spiked.

turned his gaze to Abigail, annoyed that she didn't even pay him any attention. Fine. I'll go all out. We're already enemies anyway. And I have Grandma backing me up.

manager went and made

at Jonathan while they waited for the authorities. They were whispering among themselves, and Jonathan felt like he was buck naked in front of them. The fact he soiled his pants

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

the reporters were worried that the people would post the photos faster than they could, so

even move.

like laughing. Wow, is he stupid? This is the age of the Internet. Nobody's scared of him. He wants to humiliate Emma? Well, I'll let him have

online, and it topped the trending charts of most

when she saw the video. She prided herself on being the descendant of an aristocrat, 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

felt her heart sting, and she called Greg right away. She hoped he would help them out

call, and he sneered. He took it

busy, but you have

is it?" Greg

his pants. He's your nephew after all. You don't

face, and the air around him seemed to drop a few centigrades. Abigail

she hates him, I'm not going to help him. Greg said icily, "Yeah, he did something stupid alright. He crossed

You still have the Buckleys backing you up. Nobody's going to spread any rumors about you, but it wouldn't be the same for Jonathan. He's the Frasers' only heir. Nobody's going

well. Hey, I thought Victoria and Greg get along swimmingly. I thought Victoria raised him. Everyone says she lets Greg get his way even if her son has to sacrifice

you talking about, Mom? I'm right here at Food Hall! Uncle owns this place! It's not his fault! The manager spiked my tea. Uncle has nothing to do

The Food Hall? Greg owns a dumb eatery? And why did this boy have to have lunch there? "Are you alright, Jonathan? I'll be

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