Billionaire Son

Chapter:28

"Manager Morgan, what did you just say? My membership has been canceled?"

Colby's friend, Young Master Ellis, looked visibly agitated upon hearing the manager’s words. After all, obtaining a membership card for Jacques Bistro Restaurant was no easy task. Young Master Ellis had spent millions at Jacques Bistro Restaurant to finally secure a gold-level membership card. Now, it was abruptly canceled, and he was understandably upset.

"Young Master Ellis, I'm sorry, but these are orders from above. It has nothing to do with me," Morgan replied, his face expressionless.

Colby was stunned by the manager’s response, his face turning grim. He knew how important this membership card was to Young Master Ellis, and he also knew how important he was to him.

Colby had come to attend his birthday party mainly to get closer to him and curry favors. Their family had a significant project up for bidding, and Colby's father's company was planning to bid on it. Colby had already discussed this with him in the private room, and Young Master Ellis had readily agreed to help.

Colby had gone to great lengths to please him to secure this project. But now, because of what Colby had done to Brentley, Young Master Ellis's membership was canceled. Colby had no idea how to explain this to him!

"Young Master Ellis, you no longer have the privilege to dine here. We hope you can cooperate with us," Manager Morgan said softly to the Young Master in front of him.

"Colby, who the hell did you offend? Why did you have to drag me into this?" Young Master Ellis shouted angrily at Colby.

"Young Master Ellis, let me explain..." Colby hurriedly tried to say.

"Explain? What the hell is there to explain at this point? Don't ever let me see you again!" Young Master Ellis, furious at the sudden cancellation of his membership, yelled before turning and leaving.

"About the collaboration with Young Master Ellis..." Colby hurriedly called out.

"Are you kidding me? I just lost my membership, and you still want to talk about collaboration?" Young Master Ellis cursed, clearly distressed.

Colby stood there, dumbfounded, his face showing utter despair. After all the efforts he had put in, everything was ruined by just one sentence. He didn't even know how to describe his feelings at that moment.

"What's the deal with this Brentley? Even if we did slander him earlier, Jacques Bistro Restaurant wouldn't have reacted so strongly, right?" Ophelia frowned as she spoke.

"Brentley must have given Manager Morgan some kind of benefit. It's obvious they're in cahoots!" Colby replied through gritted teeth, then continued, "I underestimated Brentley before. Just wait until we get back to the university. I'm going to make sure he pays for this!"

Colby realized that ever since he started dating Ophelia, his luck had been terrible, especially when it came to anything involving Brentley. He was desperate to find an opportunity to vent all the frustration he had built up over the past few days.

"So, honey, what should we do now? Should we find another place to eat?" Ophelia hesitated for a moment before asking Colby softly.

"We just lost the collaboration with Young Master Ellis, and you're still thinking about food? How can you be so obsessed with eating?" Colby shouted at Ophelia, his tone filled with frustration.

At that moment, Colby's mind was consumed with how he would explain the situation to his father once he got home. Ophelia, after being scolded, quickly shut her mouth and didn't dare to say another word.

On the other side of town.

Brentley had the Restaurant, completely unaware of the events unfolding inside. Not that he cared much; he trusted Morgan to handle whatever came next.

"I never expected my fiancee to be such a stunning beauty. Too bad she doesn't seem interested in me at all," Brentley muttered to himself with a sigh.

Claire was indeed exceptionally beautiful, surpassing even Brentley's wildest expectations. It would have been great if someone as high and mighty as Claire liked him, but if she didn't, Brentley wasn't about to force it.

He understood well enough that forced relationships never worked out.

All Brentley needed was to fulfill the conditions of the will and secure his inheritance. Besides, he thought, a cooperative relationship with Claire might actually be ideal. They wouldn't have to restrict each other and could each get what they wanted. Brentley could still pursue women he liked. He wasn't the same Brentley he used to be, and women naturally flocked to him now.

"Sir, hello! We're promoting a new housing development. Would you like to take a look?" At that moment, a simple-looking girl with a ponytail, wearing a white T-shirt and denim shorts, approached Brentley with a stack of flyers. She smiled brightly at him.

Brentley glanced at the girl. Despite her plain attire, she was quite pretty, prettier than Ophelia, Farrah and Taylor. Her large eyes sparkled like stars in the night, and her long legs were exposed, tempting anyone to reach out and touch them.

"Sorry, I don't have time right now," Brentley said, his mind still occupied with thoughts of his conversation with Claire.

He turned to leave, but the girl called out, "Sir, could you please help me?" The little girl saw Brentley about to leave and quickly called out in a low voice.

"Could you help me?"

Brentley paused, surprised by her request. He turned to her with a puzzled expression and asked, "What do you need help with?"

"I'm a student at Sunshire City University. My name is Vienna," the girl said softly to Brentley.

"And?" Brentley prompted.

"I work part-time here every weekend, handing out flyers.

We have a quota to meet each day, we need to get ten people to visit the sales office to look at the apartments, or we don't get paid. Today, I've only found nine people, and I'm one short. It's almost closing time. Could you help me out?" Vienna explained anxiously.

Brentley hesitated for a moment. He had been considering buying a house since last night, and he could see that Vienna was struggling with her task. Feeling a bit sympathetic, he nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go in and take a look."

"Thank you! You're so kind!"

Vienna exclaimed happily when Brentley agreed.

"It's no problem," Brentley replied with a smile.

"Right this way..." Vienna quickly made a gesture, inviting Brentley to follow her.

A few seconds later, Brentley followed Vienna into the sales office.

As soon as they stepped inside, a woman's sharp voice rang out, "Vienna, what are you doing? Why are you bringing just anyone into the sales office? Who is this man?"

Brentley looked up at the source of the voice.

A saleswoman in a black uniform stepped out of the sales office, her high heels clicking against the floor. She appeared to be a few years older than Brentley but her beauty was undeniable, especially her alluring, fox-like eyes that seemed to tempt anyone who looked at them.

The black uniform clung tightly to her curvaceous figure, with a white shirt peeking out from the neckline, her proud chest threatening to burst through the fabric. Her long, slender legs were encased in black stockings, and she wore a pair of Black high heels.

To Brentley, this woman seemed like a seductive enchantress, exuding an extraordinary charm.

"Manager Brown, I found this client on the street!" Vienna said timidly, explaining to the woman.

"A client?"

Manager Brown's eyes filled with disdain as she glanced at Brentley. She pouted her luscious lips and said softly, "Vienna, Vienna, is something wrong with your head? Do you really think this person looks like someone who can afford a house? He probably can't even afford a bathroom. Even if I have high expectations for you, you can't just bring in some trash picker to make up the numbers, can you?"

Vienna's face showed a hint of embarrassment as she glanced at Brentley To be fair, his appearance did not suggest he could afford a house.

"Vienna, this person doesn't count. We have only twenty minutes left before closing. Go find another client quickly!" Manager Brown shouted impatiently at Vienna.

"Yes, Manager Brown!"

Vienna replied nervously and turned to leave the sales office.

But just then, Brentley reached out and grabbed Vienna's arm. He looked at Manager Brown with a calm expression and asked, "What kind of person do you think qualifies as a real client?"

"A real client?"

Manager Brown couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "Of course, only someone who can afford a house qualifies as a client!"

"And who told you that someone like me can't afford a house?"

Brentley's voice was unusually calm as he looked at the woman.