Richard Day's Legacy

Chapter 006

Cassandra's and Harold's eyes immediately bulged as Cassie was taken aback, her mouth hanging open,

“W-what the hell are you saying?" 

Cassie glanced at the table they had vacated and her heart began beating rapidly within her，internally cursing at Richard and the restaurant’s owner.

These dishes could cost more than one million dollars.

It was completely beyond her budget.

Harold stepped forward, his gaze intent on the owner, he could tell that the man wasn't going to budge.

“We'll pay the bill” He said with arrogance like it’s nothing to him,shoving his hands into his pocket and glancing at Andrew.

His words caught Cassandra's attention and she snapped her head to gape at him, in response Harold nodded subtly before he continued,

"After all, it’s just a small sum to my soon-to-be son-in-law. You clearly do not know who's standing before you and one day you'll bite your tongue!”

While he spoke, Cassie subtly cast a glance at Andrew and smiled to herself, she cat walked towards him with a shy smile on her face, trailing her finger on his chest while looking at him with shy eyes,

“Baby…” she drawled, before speaking louder,

"Paying for our meal shouldn't be a problem, you have to show these fools that you are a Morris for a reason and that a little over one million isn't anything for you" 

Andrew masked his face, putting a strained smile on while gazing at her. Though his face was smiling, he was gritting and grinding his teeth, his jaws a little clenched,

While smiling at Cassandra, he was cursing at her and her gluttony, she had eaten like a pig that had been starved for weeks, and now she expected him to bail her out. He clenched his fist tightly beside him, 

The thought of shelling out that outrageous amount had him fuming; he was already living way above his needs by trying to impress Cassandra and her father,

Though his family was a prominent one, he wasn't exactly rich as he was living off a monthly allowance from them, and the funds weren't even enough, so he had to cut down on his expenses.

Smirking to himself he concluded that he was one way or another going to get his money back, that and all the money and investment he intended to milk off Dalton City and from Cassandra as well.

With that conclusion, he raised his head to glower at Nicholas and then smiled back at Cassandra, caressing her cheek as he spoke,

“Anything for you my love. After all, what's mine is yours" 

Gloating, Cassandra pecked his lips and then turned to gloat at Nicholas, a smirk on her lips.

As Cassandra was celebrating her victory against Richard, Vivienne escorted Richard to Vancouver.

As soon as they arrived, Richard noticed something unusual.

Three heavy-duty vehicles were parked nearby, and several stalls had been hastily closed, with merchants peeking out cautiously. 

His eyes squinted as they darted around.

Something was off, and Richard’s instincts told him that this had to be tied to Prisms.

 He exchanged a quick glance with Vivienne, who seemed to share the same uneasy feeling.

Without hesitation, Richard motioned for them to move toward one of the remaining open stalls, its activity far less subdued than the others. As they neared, the tension in the air was palpable.

He could some men who were currently at one of the residents stall, as Richard calmly observed the scene, he could see beyond their guise and dressing, these men weren't locals of Vancovira,

They were about twelve in number, and though they were dressed as locals, he could tell they weren't. Richard knew they were spies, but listened on to get where they had come from. The men stood at a stall, looting and laughing as they took goods from the terrified merchants. 

The stall owner, a short man, stood defiantly, shaking but still trying to block their path.

"Y- you come here to steal from us, harass us, and think we won't fight back? Even having the disgusting effontery to dress as one of us?! " the man thundered slightly, His voice was shaky, but he refused to be a coward. He cocked his head slightly and glared at the men,

“What do you think Mayor Richard Day would do to you if he ever found out that you have dared cross the border and have tried to steal from us as well as bully us? He would have all of your heads on a platter that's what!”

The shop owner declared boldly as he scowled at the spies who had come to infiltrate and get information. On hearing the name Richard, they exchanged fearful glances, a flicker of dread passing through their eyes.