Foolish Great Rich Heir

Chapter 8. Can I Fire the Manager?

Everyone's attention was momentarily diverted. The woman had a beauty that seduced the eyes of the opposite sex. Even Oliver felt that Evelyn's beauty was nothing. Like starlight that was dimmed by sunlight.

Greyson also saw the newcomer. He had opened his mouth to say something.

"Greyson, I knew there would always be trouble if you went to a place like this." The woman was Naomi Hayes, Greyson's third sister.

Naomi patted her brother's shoulder. Her face showed an artificial pity. Then she looked at the card in Grace's hand and snatched it in one light movement, taking advantage of the woman's confusion.

Naomi casually tapped the black card on the payment machine. There was a 'beep' when the transaction was successful. Afterward, she returned the card to Greyson.

"You'd better improve your appearance after this if you don't want to cause trouble," Naomi advised her brother.

There were dumbfounded faces as the scene unfolded. No one was left speechless.

Oliver and Evelyn were no exception. They thought they would see Greyson humiliated again today. But this beautiful woman suddenly arrived and casually proved the card Greyson had was genuine.

This poor fellow, how can he have it? And who is this woman? They look familiar with each other. Though it's obvious that they don't come from the same social circle.

Evelyn's own face instantly became gloomy. Just before they parted ways, this idiot had found a woman who looked amazing.

As for Grace, her face immediately lost blood flow. She didn't recognize this man or woman. But the action of tapping the card and the successful transaction had slapped her in the face. It hurt more than the actual slap. Grace wanted to say something, but her voice caught in her throat.

Suddenly, someone came stumbling into the room. He was a well-dressed man in his early forties.

"Miss Hayes, you came. How can I help you?" Frank was the store manager. He had gotten word that one of the Hayes daughters was visiting his shop. This was something that happened very rarely. So, there could be no mistakes.

Naomi responded nonchalantly to the manager's arrival. "I guess Mr. Willard doesn't work here anymore."

"Oh, no... no... Of course, I'm still here. If not where else can I go." Frank replied quickly and glanced at the assembled waiters and security. He immediately sensed trouble.

His eyes immediately glared at his employees. "What's going on? Why is everyone gathered here?"

Two security guards shook their heads together in fear. "Nothing, Mr. Willard. Just a small misunderstanding." One of them replied nervously.

But that answer only angered the manager. "What do you mean by a little misunderstanding?" Frank almost roared. There could be no mistakes when dealing with the Hayes family. Let alone their small shop, even a company could be made bankrupt in just one phone call.

The security guard who spoke earlier almost peed his pants. He knew that the manager could be very fierce. But he didn't expect that one day the person who would be the target of the manager's fierceness would be him.

"Sir, Grace accused this man of being a fraud for giving her a black card. She thinks the card is fake. So we were called here to bring this man." The security guard pointed at the man next to the stunning-looking guest.

Almost as soon as his sentence ended, the manager's trembling hand shot up and swung violently. The security guard who had just finished his sentence expected to be the target of the slap. In fact, it was someone else who screamed next to him.

She was Grace. Frank couldn't control his panic. His hand had reflexively struck the careless servant woman.

"You stupid waitress! Who do you think you're dealing with?" The manager delivered another hard slap to Grace's face. The woman was knocked to the floor.

Grace's face was red and swollen. Tears instantly poured down her face, washing away the colorful strokes of her make-up. "Sir, forgive me. I was wrong. I was wrong." She wailed repeatedly apologizing and admitting her mistake.

Grace then turned to Greyson, the man she had underestimated. "Sir, it's my fault for not being good at judging people. I apologize."

Anyone who saw would feel sorry for Grace's appearance now. The arrogance that once made her stand tall is now melting like mud.

Naomi, who saw the scene, clicked her tongue. She felt bored.

 "Where are you going after this?" She asked Greyson who was watching the melee with a furrowed brow. His younger brother didn't look happy.

"Who is this guy?" asked Greyson with a cloudy face.

"Store manager. Frank Willard." Naomi mentioned briefly.

"Does this mall still belong to our family?" Greyson was also aware of some of the Hayes family's assets. Usually, he didn't care much. This time he asked to make sure.

"As far as I know, it still is. You can ask Daniel. Oh, congratulations on your appointment as the new CEO of Hayes Global." Naomi laughed widely. The congratulations were more like banter. She was very happy to finally be relieved of the possibility of replacing Silvia in the future.

Greyson seemed unfazed by the banter. He said, "Do you think I can fire this manager?"

As a manager, Frank Willard was not good at organizing his people. He also had to bear the blame for this. Poor customer service not only gives a bad outlook to the store but also to the entire mall.

At first, the people didn't pay much attention to the conversation between these two people. But after listening a bit, they were stunned. The CEO of Hayes Global?