Chapter 24: Restaurant Clash
"Look at that table... they’ve ordered enough for six people."
"And in that rubbish car too? That thing should be in a museum—of disasters."
"Unbelievable. She’s dressed like she works in a factory, but he’s wearing Loro Piana. She must be spoiling him."
A group of wealthy women nearby clicked their tongues judgmentally.
"What a fool. Sacrificing her own comfort for some pretty boy with expensive taste."
"Men like that drain you dry. She’ll learn the hard way."
Chrome heard every word. His jaw tightened. Lana was always sensitive about these things—she’d spiral into nervous chatter then her eyes would go watery with deep insecurity. He braced himself for it.
But when he looked at her—
She had her eyes closed.
Her cheeks were flushed with joy, a blissful smile stretched across her face as she chewed a piece of beef tartare like it was heaven on earth.
"Mmm~ Babe, you have to try this!"
This woman didn’t care about anything the moment she had food in her stomach. The fact that she was able to eat so much and still be the fittest secretary at her workplace was a miracle.
She pierced a juicy piece of the beef with her fork and shoved it toward his face.
"Come on, try it!"
"Eh? I’m okay—"
"Come on! Just one bite!"
"I don’t want to be fed in public like a child—"
"PLEEEASE?"
Her brown eyes sparkled like diamonds.
She pouted, pushing the fork closer.
Chrome sighed. "Fine..."
He opened his mouth, and she gently placed the tartare on his tongue. He chewed with a small frown—until he saw her happy smile.
Without realizing it, he was smiling too.
"Good boy~" Lana giggled.
After they’d demolished half the dishes, Chrome flagged down the male server.
"Bring us a bottle of Château Margaux 2009."
The server’s eyes widened.
"Sir, that’s approximately $12,000 per bottle."
"I know what I ordered."
"Right away, sir."
Moments later, the wine arrived with a small entourage of beautiful staff women in sharp black vests. They carried the bottle on a silver tray with reverence.
The head waitress presented it to Lana.
She was a tall, busty woman with bedroom eyes.
Surely, she’s one of those beautiful waitresses that came with a "happily ever after" feature where they’d take you home and give you the time of your life in bed as long as you were a rich man.
She smiled pretentiously at Lana.
"Madam, thank you for being such a valued first-time customer. We hope you enjoy—"
"Oh, it’s actually my boyfriend paying!"
Lana laughed, pointing at Chrome.
The staff’s eyes shifted.
Their smiles turned sharper. Much sharper.
One of them stepped closer and kept her voice sweet.
"Mmm~ handsome and wealthy... I hope we see your face here again, sir."
Another placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and rubbed it in slow circles.
"If you ever need anything... just ask."
A third leaned in.
"Our VIP lounge offers complimentary massages and any kind you desire. Would you like one?"
They were swarming him now. The head waitress placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned very close... close enough for him to see exactly how round and generous her chest was beneath that black vest.
These are breasts one might call cannons.
Certainly not as big as Olivia’s or the curvy dragon lady but one could say they were on par with Quinn’s.
"Is there anything else you’d like, sir?"
The head waitress spoke so seductively and made sure to push her chest out more.
"Anything at all..."
Lana had stopped chewing. Her fork was gripped so tightly her knuckles popped. Her eyes were wide and deadly like she was ready to stab this shameless vixen.
Stab. Stab. Stab.
That was all her eyes screamed.
Chrome saw her murderous glare and almost laughed.
Instead, he turned to the staff and raised a calm hand.
"No, thank you. I’m more a butt man. I’d appreciate it if you’d respect my girlfriend."
The head waitress might have a big chest but she that was nothing compared to his girlfriend’s large butt that looked like they’d rip her pencil skirts in half if she bent. Lana has quite a large breast, but strictly on physical attraction, all the sexiness was on her lower body.
To Chrome, she is a perfect woman.
He picked up the tablecloth and gently dabbed at Lana’s cheek to wipe away a tiny smear of sauce.
The staff froze.
Rejected? All of them. At once.
[Ding! Host has rejected a group of pretty women!]
[Reward: $2,000,000 deposited!]
[Bonus Reward: Thunder Howl Step Technique (Lost Movement Skill)!]
The head waitress’s face soured.
"You rejected us? For her?"
Lana didn’t even hear her. She was too busy staring at Chrome with starry, shimmering eyes.
The staff women huffed as they stormed off.
"Arrogant pig..."
"Probably broke anyway."
"His girlfriend looks like a homeless charity case..."
Chrome ignored them.
He poured Lana a glass of the Château Margaux.
She looked at the wine—then sighed.
"Twelve thousand dollars... just for one bottle..."
"You want to enjoy it or complain?"
She pouted. Then she downed the entire glass in one gulp and exhaled with relief after.
"That’s my girl." Chrome smirked.
She cleaned her plate voraciously—lobster bisque, crab cakes, risotto, fettuccine.
She even had two more glasses of wine.
When the male server returned, he placed the payment device on the table.
"Your total is $19,200, sir."
Chrome reached for his phone—
"HEY!"
A sharp voice cut through the restaurant.
A group of arrogant-looking women had entered.
"Come here! We need service now! Stop wasting time on that fraud and his pathetic girlfriend!"
Chrome recognized the polished thugs instantly.
Olivia’s people.
"So it’s $19,200 yeah?"
Chrome talked like a table and chair just walked in.
But the suited women weren’t having it.
"Hello? Are you deaf?!"
"Is this guy an idiot?"
"Can’t he tell we’re trying to pick a fight?"
"Maybe we should just skip the games."
"No—we’ll mock him until he breaks. It’ll look bad for the Grandmaster if we start a brawl over a nobody."
They all nodded in agreement.
One of them pointed at Chrome’s table.
"HA! How do you plan to pay for all that?! Or have you made a habit of sleeping with sugar mommies to get ahead?! Just say the truth you poor rat!"
A few wealthy patrons snickered.
Lana gripped Chrome’s sleeve nervously.
"Babe, let’s just go..."
But Chrome had already turned around. He pointed at the suited women and shouted:
"HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME?! Do you have any idea who you’re speaking to?!"
The women laughed—loud and mocking.
"You must be an idiot!"
"We answer to President Hilton herself!"
Olivia watched from across the street.
Her eyes narrowed behind her elegant sunglasses.
As an expert at the Spirit King stage of the Grandmaster realm, it wasn’t difficult to listen to a conversation all the way across the noisy street using her divine senses.
’One moment he’s calm. The next, he’s explosive. What’s his game?’
She folded her arms under her motherly chest.
Inside, one of the women slammed her hand on a table.
"How dare YOU raise your voice! Or can’t you tell we’re from the Hilton family?!"
"Hilton?"
Murmurs rippled through the restaurant. People started backing away from the brewing confrontation.
Lana nervously tugged Chrome’s sleeve again.
"Let’s just pay and go, please—"
"NO!"
Chrome’s voice boomed across the room.
"I DON’T CARE ABOUT THIS USELESS HILTON WOMAN! That so-called Grandmaster got disgraced by Mr. Gold on a live stream! You serve a woman who couldn’t even handle a random masked stranger online!"
The women’s faces twisted in fury.
"HOW DARE YOU?!"
"The Hilton family isn’t even that rich!"
Chrome pointed at them, eyes blazing.
"For all you know, I might be richer than that old hag!"
"You insolent piece of—"
Chrome crossed his arms and grinned.
"If you’re SO rich... pay for my meal. But keep in mind—"
He grinned wickedly.
"—if you do... I’ll embarrass you by paying ten times what you did. You losers."
The leader’s face contorted. "YOU’RE ON!"
"Ma’am, that’s not a good idea—"
"I SAID DO IT!"
A reluctant woman walked to the server, swiped her card and paid the $19,200.
The leader laughed triumphantly.
"Pauper’s change. Now pay TEN TIMES—or we’ll break your legs you pathetic—"
BRRRRRR—
The sputtering sound of an ancient sedan screeched away from the restaurant.
The women turned.
Gone.
Their jaws dropped.
"EH?!"
"THAT MOTHERF—"
Olivia slapped a palm over her face from across the street.
"I should have brought my elite forces for this... not these useless idiots..."
She watched the shaky old car disappear as her cold smile spread across her heavenly lips.
"Just wait, Chrome Langley. I’ll crush you until you lose the will to walk. Only then will you make a suitable pet for my precious daughter..."
Her green eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
"...a broken, obedient little dog."
This Grandmster will deal with him personally!
