Looking at Henry, Irene decided to test the waters. "He is wearing a wristwatch worth a million dollars, okay? So don't just frown your face," Irene remarked. She clicked her tongue and couldn't help but break into a playful chuckle."Are you mocking me?" Henry asked with a straight face, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth."No, Henry, I'm not mocking you," Irene replied, her laughter bubbling up. "You just have the pride of a wealthy man, even though you're not one. But hey, I must admit, you have good connections, and I admire that," she explained, chuckling. She averted her gaze away, before quickly focusing on him again, searching his face for any unusual expression.Pride of a rich man? Why not? Henry thought to himself. He couldn't help but find Irene's teasing a bit amusing. After all, he was wealthy beyond imagination. The combined net worth of all the rich men in the restaurant couldn't even come close to his own fortune. It was so funny for Irene to think other
Henry's fists involuntarily clenched."Return the bottle of water and bring me the champagne," he commanded firmly."It costs fifty thousand dollars, Mr. Whatever-Your-Name-Is!" she yelled, her voice ringing out loudly, though it failed to attract the attention of those around them."So?" he arched a brow.Taken aback by his response, the waitress and Irene looked at him in surprise. She gently placed her hands on his, shaking her head."Let it be, Henry," Irene calmly said. He rolled his eyes in frustration. "Just leave," he dismissed the waitress with a curt command."Chill, it's not my fault that you're so wretched. Heaven knows I saved your ass, poor thing!" she retorted with a scoff before turning away and walking off. Henry tried to suppress his anger, but deep inside of him he wasn't going to let that slide at all.He took one bite of his meal as he then felt so uncomfortable suddenly, he couldn't understand what was going on with him, then heard a familiar voice piercing throu
As Irene looked visibly surprised by Clara's words, Henry couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment. A flush creeped up his neck and inside, his mind whirled with embarrassment and anger.He became aware that the wealthy customers dining around them had overheard all the insults hurled at him. Although they laughed briefly, they soon returned to their own conversations, focusing on their meals. However, Henry caught snippets of their whispered remarks about him.Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the two wealthy businessmen watching with poorly concealed amusement."Then what the fuck is he doing in this expensive restaurant?" one said with a sneer. "Just to impress his girl?" He took a sip of his exorbitantly expensive red wine, which cost around five hundred thousand dollars.His companion laughed uproariously. "Didn't you see their meal? Even my dog's dinner is more expensive than theirs. What a cheap man!" The other chimed in, and they burst into a round of laughter.He
"Ha!" She exclaimed, feeling that the whole situation was ridiculous. How dare this man dressed like an outcast request to see the owner of the restaurant??She gazed at him from head to toe and chuckled. "Firstly, the manager is not around. Then secondly you will have to fix an appointment with him before you see him. and I think that's the common rule of all businesses,.. Oh, I forgot, someone from the countryside would probably not understand this. Tch," she said and rolled her eyes.Flicking her hair in his face, she walked away from him. Henry sighed and began walking to Irene's side."Let's leave," he grumbled as she stood up and followed him out of the Restaurant, but before he left he sighted the men who spoke ill about him and smirked as they shook their heads at Henry."Sad little boy," one of them said.Henry got into his car with Irene and zoomed off. The car was silent for some minutes then Irene broke the silence."So when should I submit my part of the project?" She aske
The security guard, his uniform crisp and badge gleaming, was walking away from the gate. He mistakenly collided with Henry, jostling him off balance. Henry winced, a faint grimace etching across his face. "Oh, sorry, young man," the security guard's pupils lifted in concern as he helped Henry up.Henry dismissed the pain with a subtle shake of his head, covering his discomfort."Never mind," Henry waved his hands. "Uhm, excuse me, I realized I left my phone behind when I entered the premises. Is there any chance I could see my phone and take it back?" Henry's heart was beating really fast, and he could hear it pounding in his ears. He felt a strong rush of anxiety, like a tight grip on him, because he was afraid he might lose the phone.The security guard's gaze dropped, momentarily scanning Henry's overall look from head to toe. "You came in here for a meal?" The question caught Henry off guard, confusion clouding his features, but he answered with a response."Yes sir, I did bu
He felt his heart sink wildly as he quickly picked up the papers that were spread out, his hands shaking a little. He looked at the empty space inside them and realized that he did not yet have the required license. He wondered how these empty pieces of paper ended up in his car. The guard's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes narrowing. "You see? The hell do you wanna fool? Me?" He raised his index finger and pointed it firmly towards his own chest.Henry shook his head. "Listen, it's not what you think. Alright, fine, this car belongs to my boss. Are you okay with that? He instructed me to go into the restaurant and take his phone."Left with no alternative, he just decided to admit that the car was his 'boss's' and he was here to help him take his phone. Arguing with this short-sighted guard would not end up in anything fruitful. The security guard responded with a disapproving shake of his head, accompanied by a scornful scoff. Henry couldn't help but wonder what the thoughts swirling wi
Henry's eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of Clifford standing beside the so-called manager. His eyebrows knitted together, forming a deep furrow above his gaze. What was he doing with him? "Cliff, what are you doing here?" Henry asked, confusion evident in his tone."I was just having an interesting discussion with Mr. Lauren here," Clifford added after a pause. Henry's gaze darted back and forth between Clifford and the manager, searching for an explanation. The manager, Lauren, too, wore a puzzled look, his brows raised inquisitively and head tilted slightly to the side as he scanned Henry from head to toe.Clifford, seeing the confusion that was brewing between them, reacted swiftly by bowing his head, his posture inclined forward in respect to Henry. "Young mas…." Clifford began.As he was about to complete his statement, Lur, the waitress, burst into the office, hastily pressing her body forward. "Sir!" She called out loud.The sudden entry caught everyone's attent
"I can now see why my Young Master said some people are so dumb or act dumb not to believe anything," he continued, his voice dripping with disdain.Lauren's brows furrowed as confusion washed over his face. He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to make sense of what Clifford said. Meanwhile, Henry's gaze shifted from Lauren to Clifford. What was Clifford actually doing there? His forehead creased into a subtle frown.The thought of getting his phone back got into his mind again and he began looking around, ignoring the scene.Within those brief moments, Lauren's confusion deepened, his brows knitting closer together. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to process the situation at hand. His mouth suddenly fell open in a gasp of surprise. "Oh no!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Don't tell he's the heir to the White family? Oh my God, he's Lady Susan's son?" Lauren's eyes darted back and forth from Clifford and Henry.As he thought about the implications of his actions, h