CHAPTER THIRTY-ONEVince balled his fists angrily, and thought of how to find a way to make them regret their actions. Camilla chuckled. "You can't do anything right?" She smiled mischievously. "I will really make you pay for all you have done today! You would be humiliated once again." He promised. Camilla broke into laughter, "What? You!? Make me pay, you are so ridiculous!" She hissed. "What a pauper want to really make us pay? How capable are you to do that? Such a wimp!" Ellen happily mocked, and bursted out laughing, together with Camilla. "Can you imagine his stinky voice? I would make you pay!" Vince couldn't know what to say to them as he watched them in silence. He gestured to the exit, "You guys need to move out here now, before I take any drastic step." He ordered. "And why would I leave? I'm not yet done with you! You have to suffer a little bit pain before I release you. Or have you forgotten? I told you I would make you beg for mercy when your bones are being cr
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO"Hey, Baby girls!" He extended his hand to the women and grinned broadly. The question "Pablo, what took you so long?" Ellen spoke while wearing a temporary frown on her face."Babes, I'm really sorry about that. You don't need to be upset; I need to take care of some unfinished business before coming." He gave a brief response before laughing. "Oh, really!" Scoffing, Camilla. "Ladies, C'mon. You don't have to do this!"He laughed, but his grim countenance quickly turned icy and austere. Where is that idiot who said I couldn't kill him with my fists?" His voice was tinged with the deepest hatred as he asked. Those words hit him in the face like a ton of bricks. The question, "Where is he?" He yelled, his fingers interlocked, clearly ready to fight and ruthlessly beat anyone who got in his path. When Vince heard his booming, heavy voice, he froze in place and clung to the wall behind him. Ellen and Camilla grinned brightly, "That's the naive boy right there! A
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Vincent Hutchinson got out from the house, he was wearing a jeans and a worn-out shirt. Though, he was looking hnadosme but no one would classify him as a rich man but a pauper!"Wow! Such a wonderful scene I'm setting my eyes upon!" He mocked, and laughed uncontrollably. "You are doing a great job, guys!" He commended. Camilla looked up to Vince and begged with a pleading eyes, "I'm sorry. You cant have to punish me," Vincent smirked as he stared at them, they are looking weak, feeling pains due to the Pablo's harsh treatment. "As a what? Why can't I punish you, Cami?" He questioned as he deepened his hands into the pantpockets. "I'm your girlfriend, Vince." She shouted and then, breathed heavily. "Okay, Fine! I am your ex but you shouldn't do this to me. You should have an iota of pity for me." She continued. "Oh! Like the way you have an iota of pity for me some minutes ago." He spat, and chuckled afterwards, "What am I even saying?" He sputtered out as
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURThe taxi stopped at the Miss Biggs'Fast Food, while Vincent Hutchinson steps down from it, without failing to thank the cabman. "Thanks man!" He appreciated, closing the after him, and inhaled deeply as he heard the sound of the taxi moving away. He stared at the circular - shaped signboard, inscripted and designed with 'Miss Biggs' Fast Food' words. As at before, a stationery guard couldn't be found at the entrance, people where entering and going out of the restaurant freely. He chuckled. "If this would become a fast rising and popular restaurant then, a lot of changes need to be made here." He muttered to himself as he walked towards the door. He dipped his left hand into his pantpocket, and pushed the door open. He felt some gaze on his body as he took a step into the restaurant. He cared less and walked up to seat and sat down. Within a blink of an eye, a waiter ran towards him with the menu on his hand. "Good morning sir," He greeted, "Welcome to Mis
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEFear was overwritten on his face, and he stuttered in confusion, "What do you mean?" He questioned in dread. "You heard me right, Mr. Man!So could you get Miss Kim Biggs and report a person is waiting for her?" He asked. The waiter cleared his throat nervously, and stuttered, "I.. I'm sorry sir, I won't be able to do that!" Vincent raised his brows questionably, "And why is that?" He demanded."Miss Kim is not on the seat. She is unavailable at the moment." He answered. The system beeped and muttered only to his ears. [Lie! The young lad is lying.] Vince's face blushed in rage and he hit the table in front of him angrily, making the waiter shriek in fear. He seethed angrily, "How dare you lie to me?" He continued, "You think you can outsmart me with your deception! What do you think of me, Mr. Man?" He ranted. The waiter in question stood boldly and scoffed. "Why would you think you're gonna have the opportunity to see my boss? You are nothing but a riff-r
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXMark spat in disdain and ingratiatingly, "I can't believe you have the guy to be feeling bold. I'll get on my knees for you and plead for your forgiveness!"Vince chuckled, "Well you should also get ready to do that!" He was about to dial the number when someone interrupted him. "Good morning, Mr. Vincent!" In a polite greeting, a waitress lowered her head. Vince gave her a quick look before sighing. "Oh, you're here! I was wondering why you weren't working at the restaurant. I had thought you were sacked!" He murmured."Wow, really! I hope this time I didn't make a mistake. Mr. Vincent, please accept my sincere apologies for yesterday. I was only trying to execute my job as well as I could. I was causing more problems that I never knew I was." When Vince heard that, he grinned gleefully from ear to ear. "Are you really saying all of this to prevent me from reporting you to your boss? Vince asked while furrowing his brows."Oh, no, no! Just to be clear, if thi
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENVince's heart thumped and he couldn't help but gasped loudly. The manager, Clara had actually slapped the waitress. Vince growled outrageously, he was really annoy with the way the waitress had been treated. He spoke furiously. "And why would you do that? I'm getting sick of nonchalant attitude." Clara scoffed. "And what do you see me doing to her? I fuçking slap her. Idiot. She is my staff and I can do anything I want with her." Vince gaped his mouth opened, "Oh really!" With that, he walked towards the sober waitress and patted her back repeatedly. With a sincere apology, he talked. "I'm really sorry about this. You don't deserve any of this harsh treatment." The waitress smiled as she gently dropped her hand from her hurt cheek. "You don't have to bother about anything, sir." She continued, "Besides, it is my job to look after the customers, and also, this is not the first time I had been getting slapped by Miss Brook!" She muttered. Glancing at Clara
CHAPTER THIRTY — EIGHT Bianca Smith couldn't contain the Manager, Clara's non-chalant attitudes anymore. Things are getting out of hand, her insults are beginning to hunt her. Without thinking much, she flung her hand to her face, giving her two defeaning hot slap. Slap! Slap!! Mark and Vince was shocked by her sudden outburst, and they stared unbelievably at her. Clara's face flushed in rage, as she glanced at Bianca with a contemptuous look. She sputtered outrageously, "You bitch! How dare you slap me? Have you forgotten who I am? Where have you see this bad energy? You will surely regret for slapping me! I'm going to make sure your job is the restaurant is limited." She threatened ragingly, as she gritted her teeth angrily. She could have pounce on Bianca but Vincent Hutchinson was avoiding that to happen. He stood in-between them, and tried separating them from going further. Clara glared at Vince with her face still flush in red. Ragingly, he spewed out to him. "Yo