Finally Grace picked up the card and laughed. "It's really a toy card." The servants who heard her immediately approached Grace. They were also curious and checked it out. "Is this a fake card?" Nathalie asked. She rarely made payment transactions with customers, so she didn't know much about card types. Grace nodded with confidence. "Every black card should have a bank logo on it. "No. But look, it has a picture of an ugly dragon instead." Grace pointed to the dragon on the card. "Are you sure?" asked Nathalie.Grace nodded. "I've seen it before." "Really?" Nathalie asked again, she wasn't sure what Grace was saying. "When?" Grace looked at Nathalie with a sharp look in her eyes. "You don't believe it?" Nathalie nodded. "Yesterday I saw a young gentleman who came in a red ferrari paying for his reservation using a black card." Grace explained. Nathalie who heard it only nodded because yesterday there was indeed a customer using a red ferrari as in Grace's explanation. "So th
Grace, on the other hand, was already preparing to beat up Lucasand the others. She even rolled her sleeves up. "Get them!" Grace shouted, ordering her tenants to grab Jordan. "Don't let them escape!" "Okay!" The waitresses nodded, obeying the orders of Grace, the cafe's head waitress. They immediately surrounded Lucas and the others, not letting them escape. Adam and Ryan panicked and quickly stood up. Lucas also began to lose his composure. Although all the people surrounding them were women, they looked fierce. "What are you guys doing!" The two were very panicked. Seeing the two panicking, Grace smiled with satisfaction. He was already thinking of what blow he would give to the three youths. Meanwhile, Nathalie approached Grace with a worried face and whispered. "Grace, isn't this too much?" Nathalie said. She looked around and realized that many people were disturbed by their attitude. "See that? They're filming it." "I'll finish it," Grace replied. She just realized that
Grace's eyes flashed with anger. Grace gave Lucas a sharp look. She couldn't believe that, in front of this café owner, Lucas was still bragging."How dare you!" Grace scolded. Her voice trembled with anger. She averted her gaze and bowed slightly to Manas with a pleading expression. "Sir, don't listen to him, he's a real liar, a big-time con artist!" Manas found something interesting in Grace's words. With the cafe's sterling reputation, it was hard for her to believe that an imposter would dare to set foot in this place. "Swindler?" Grace nodded. His fist tightened. "That's right. He pretended to have a black card, but he didn't have anything. The cards he's carrying are just toy cards." "Liar." Lucas held up his black card to Manas. "If it's not a black card, then what is it?" An angry hiss came out of Grace's mouth. annoyed at Lucas for always using the toy card and calling it a black card. "It's black, yes, I can see it, but it has no value! That card is fake, that card is j
"Grace!" Manas' voice echoed through the place. "How dare you!" Grace was rooted to the spot, her face deathly pale. "But, sir, I-"Manas pointed at Grace's face, who was still kneeling on the floor. "No more 'buts'!" "I didn't mean to." "Shut up!" Manas shouted again. His patience had run out. "You treated a guest so badly. What other excuse are you going to make?" Grace's tears flowed freely. Her body trembled with fear. "Sir, please..." "Enough!" snapped Manas. "Your behavior has already tarnished my face! Not throwing you in jail is generous enough!" "Sir, I am indeed guilty." Grace pleaded. "But give me one more chance." "No! You are fired! Now get out of this place!" Manas' expression showed great contempt for Grace. Manas' gaze on the other servants was equally horrifying. Those who realized that Manas' decision was irreversible gave up and got up. "Sir, please forgive us." "Sir," one of the servants approached Jordan. He bent down, about to grab Lucas' leg, but Lucas
It was late afternoon, and Lucas returned to his mansion by taxi. The guards swiftly opened the gate and welcomed him respectfully. "Good afternoon, young master." The guards greeted Lucas. Lucas, who looked tired from the day's activities, simply nodded and smiled slightly in return. His steps were shaky as he stepped into his residence. "Good afternoon, Young Master." Chris greeted Lucas in a friendly manner, nodding slightly. "Hi, Chris," Lucas replied. He glanced around and then asked as if searching for something. "Where's Louis?" "Lord Louis is in his room," Chris replied. Lucas looked down, looking at his watch. It was still early evening for him. But something made him uneasy. "Can I see him?" he asked again in a more excited tone. "Sorry, young master. "Lord Louis cannot be disturbed," Chris replied regretfully."Why?" Lucas became curious. His anxiety was rising. "Lord Louis just took his medicine. Now he must be fast asleep," Chris explained. "I see." Lucas nodded,
Elena's body instantly stiffened at Lucas's words. Lucas's words sounded very harsh to her ears. During their relationship, Lucas never once lied to Elena. He was a warm, loving man and also loved her very much. If Lucas had been born into a wealthy family, or at least a middle-class one, Elena would not have hesitated to love him wholeheartedly. Lucas did work, but he paid more attention to the children in the orphanage where he used to live than to Elena. "If not because of Mike, then because of who?" Elena said. Her voice trembled with emotion. "Only Mike can keep you here, Lucas. And you know that!" Lucas stood up straight, giving Elena a sharp look. "What do you mean?" "You already hit Mike," Elena continued, her voice getting louder. "If it weren't for his kindness, you'd be in jail!" Elena pointed at Lucas. "You know, that's embarrassing, Lucas! You could have been expelled for that." Lucas crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes narrowed, making his look haughty. "Is
Lucas let out a long breath. He had expected this to happen. He stared at the two cars with cold eyes. Four young men got out of the vehicle. One of them was Mike. "What do you want?" asked Lucas, his eyes glancing at each young man approaching him. "Scum!" screamed Mike. He walked up to Lucas, his steps looking haughty. "Finally we meet again." "You know, we've been waiting for you for so long!" Jacob, Mike's friend, said. He looked at Lucas with a disgusted look, like he was looking at dog poop. "You're like a cat meeting a dog, always dodging." Dion stood next to Mike, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Compared to Mike, you're not even better than a pile of trash." "Did you hear that?" A sarcastic smile broke out on Mike's face, especially when he saw the disgust on Lucas's face. "You're just trash! Disgusting trash! Shrew, parasite!" Roy was no less annoying. "You're not even worth more than the dust on Mike's shoes."Dion approached Lucas, the distance between them
Amidst the mounting tension, their steps came to an abrupt halt. A mysterious figure dressed all in black appeared before them, blocking access to the distressed Lucas. His unexpected presence took them entirely by surprise. "Damn it!" shouted Mike. Her body trembling with anger, she felt irritated when a stranger touched her. "How dare you!" "Get out of the way!" Roy growled. His breathing was ragged, his face flushed, the veins in his neck tightened. His punch, which he was sure would hit Lucas, was parried and bounced away. "We have no business with you, get lost!" Jacob snapped. His voice trembled with anger, his tone threatening. Chris snorted, his gaze cold, his lips curled into a mocking grin. He stepped forward, ignoring the threats of Mike and the others. His every step was filled with confidence. "Master Lucas, are you alright?" Chris stopped before Lucas, his gaze fixed on the young man intently. Lucas nodded, the corners of his lips lifting slightly to form a faint