Riches in Disguise

Chapter 113

The manager was caught off guard by the slap, but he didn't dare to complain. Instead, he vented his anger on Felicia. He raised his hand to slap her, but I caught his wrist mid-air.

"What do you think you're doing?"

I shot the manager a warning glare.

He froze for a moment when he noticed me, then gave me a disdainful once-over. "Who the hell are you? What business do you have interrupting things in our restaurant?"

I said flatly, "This is my girlfriend. You tell me if I have a right to speak up."

"Your girlfriend?"

The manager blinked, then jerked his hand away from mine and snapped, "So what if she's your girlfriend? That doesn't give you the right to act cocky! Felicia, I'm telling you now-apologize to Mr. Fisher immediately, or you won't be leaving this place today!"

Bob leaned back in his chair, propping up his feet. Lighting a cigarette, he smirked and said, "Have her bring me a drink and serve me properly for the rest of my meal. Do that, and I'll forget about this. Otherwise, your restaurant might as well shut down today."

"Did you hear that?" the manager threatened Felicia again, still glaring. "Hurry up and serve Mr. Fisher his drink!"

but it didn't make sense for her to serve him drinks and wait

Bob wasn't up to any good. He was probably after

were plenty out there. However, no one gave him the time of day, so here he was, bullying

stand this type of man, so I walked straight to the

right? Fine. Let me

grabbed the teapot and poured it directly over

teapot splashed over Bob, making him jump up like a

a flame, flailing his arms around his head. "You're asking for it! You're

see who's dead

but a few of the servers rushed over and pulled me back. "Don't do anything reckless!

guys under him. Anyone who crosses him won't have peace for the rest of

protect your girlfriend, but nothing's worth risking your neck

She grabbed my arm and pleaded, "William, please don't do this. We can't mess with

there to be afraid of from a few punks? Do they

could finish, one of Bob's bald companions smashed a beer bottle against the table and

shattered it just as loudly. "I'll