âWhat did you just say?!â a sliver of panic creeped into John Kleinâs voice as he realized the gravity of the situation. He was only the salary taking restaurant manager. He had insulted and mocked Skylar, not knowing Skylar was capable of forking out 5 million dollars with a single dial of a button. 5 million dollars could send him to jail and back ten times over. Skylar even threatened to tear down the restaurant. His boss would have definitely noticed the amount of money in the restaurantâs bank account by now, so he could not even take the money and run away.John found himself in dire straits now. He had no choice but to switch his tone and speak to Skylar politely. âSir, please donât tear the restaurant down. I was at fault just now. Iâm sorry for my behaviour!â he pleaded. âIâm just a worker here, not the decision maker for the restaurant. Let me return the money to you!âJohn immediately used his cell phone to transfer the money back to Dianneâs bank account.âWhat about the glass my daughter broke?â Skylar asked coldly.John waved his hands frantically. âNo, sir, you donât have to pay for it! It was just a normal glass, I mustâve made a mistake!âSkylar only acknowledged John with expressionless, cold eyes. John was frozen where he stood, not knowing what to do.Valerie, who had witnessed the entire incident, let out an indignant scoff. âA mistake? You clearly made a judgment and thought he couldnât afford to pay for the glass!ââYes, yes, I did! I misjudged the gentleman!â John admitted reluctantly, knowing he had no other choice given the situation.âItâs alright, Skylar. Thereâs no point being angry with someone like him. Why donât we let Lola finish her meal and leave?â Yulia approached Skylar gently.Skylar nodded, although his expression remained stone cold. âGet out! Donât disrupt our meal!â he barked at John.âOf course, sir! Please enjoy your meal,â John said before he scampered off. As he was leaving Skylarâs private dining room, a waitstaff at the door informed him.
âMr. Klein, Mr. Whitlock and his girlfriend are here.â Before John could even react, the dining room door was pushed open from the outside and a young, fashionable couple strode in. John quickly plastered on a cheap smile as he hurried toward the couple.âMr. Whitlock, youâre here!â John beamed.Mr.
Whitlock acknowledged John with a curt nod, but his gaze fell on Skylar Stone, who was sitting in his place at the dining room he had booked.âJohn, didnât my secretary call to book out this place half an hour ago?â Mr. Whitlockâs tone was clipped. âWhy is there someone in my seat having a meal?âJohn looked at Mr. Whitlock, then at Skylar Stone. He could not afford to offend either party. Caught between a rock and a hard place, he did not know whether to laugh or cry.John decided to tread carefully. âMr.
Whitlock, they are also VIP guests of our restaurant,â he began tentatively. âThey were already halfway through their meal when your secretary called. Could you possiblyâ¦âMr. Whitlock cut John a murderous glare before he could finish his sentence. John swallowed the rest of his words as Mr.
Whitlock walked past him toward Skylar, who was still seated at the table.âIâve booked out the entire restaurant. Iâll give you one minute to clear up and leave,â Mr. Whitlock ordered impatiently, as if he could not stand to be in the same room with Skylar for another second longer.John caught up with Mr.
Whitlock and stood just beside him, his eyes flashing a devious glint. He could not afford to offend Skylar Stone, but Mr. Whitlock certainly could. After all, this Mr. Whitlock was none other than Todrick Whitlock, the young master of the Whitlock family. The Whitlocks were one of the Four Great Families.
No matter how stubborn Skylar Stone was, surely he could not think to offend a Whitlock, could he?
John readied himself for a good showdown between Todrick Whitlock and Skylar Stone. Skylarâs eyes narrowed as he made a quick sweep of Todrick, right before he let the words slip. âGet lost!â