The Secretly Rich Man

“You still don’t get it? Don’t you know who you’re talking to? Three minutes, that’s all I’ll give you—and if you can’t get it done for me, your manager will do it in your place. Try me!” the man blustered arrogantly.

“Alright… I’ll give it a shot.” The waitress hurried inside and explained the situation.

Lilian and the others would have none of it.

What was the meaning of this? They had gotten here first—they had even begun eating already! Now, you come in here and say, what, switch tables? Just like that?

Who do you think you are!

“No way. Tell them we’re not moving!” Lilian was glaring, her temper suddenly flaring.

“Oho? I’d like to see just who that is hollering in there, thinking she’s hot stuff!”

The doors to the private room opened, and the other group strode right in.

It was building up toward a brawl.

Murphy was their champion on this side. He had nothing to fear from your run-of-the-mill rich brats—especially not now that he was working for the Mayberry group. Everyone looked toward him in anticipation.

stood. “My friends, we did reserve this room first. Changing places now is simply not an option—that’s just unreasonable. How about this, next time, I make it my treat? We can

was cool and collected,

bearing multiple payloads: They were standing their ground,

and their mother claims to be from Mayberry these days! You think just because I don’t work there myself, that

appeared at the doorway, strolling

it was you, sir?” Seeing this man, Murphy’s stern countenance instantly gave way to effusive fawning. Even Sharon had to avert her eyes

attending Sunnydale University and had been painting the town red

used to be a recurring fixture at cruise parties, where he

not your typical rich brat

know who I am?” Yancy

with Ken, and he’s always going on about you!” Murphy was in total doormat mode now. Gone was the cool champion from a moment

Ken’s boys, huh?” Yancy smirked. “I came here to have dinner… is

we’ve already started here, you see… Couldn’t you just

owe you any favors.” Yancy was done playing nice.

did everybody

Ziegler was not

routines were worthless here. One word to Aiden and he could kiss his precious job in Mayberry Street

cheeks were burning now, there was nothing for it but to grit his teeth and say, “Understood!