hotmtlnovel Chapter 97
Chapter 97
Upon hearing the sound of Ethan clearing his throat, the sound cut through the chaos like a knife, silencing the room in an instant.
Immediately all eyes turned to Ethan, some curious, some skeptical, but all eager to hear what he had to say.
Upon seeing he has gotten everyone's attention Ethan then turned to the waiter, his expression calm but filled with anger.
"Did you make a mistake bringing me the wrong menu?"
he asked, his voice as cold as ice. "And more importantly, how are the menus even organized in this restaurant? How is it possible that I'm the only one holding a different menu from everyone else?"
The waiter stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment and fear as he gazed around, he didn't know what to say.
But before he could answer, Ethan turned to the chief waiter, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Is this an honest mistake on the part of the restaurant?"
He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Or is this some kind of planned scheme against me? After all, this is Damian's family's restaurant and everyone knows both of us are not in good spirits.
It seems awfully convenient that I'm the only one being targeted here."
Upon hearing what Ethan just said, the room fell silent, the tension so thick it could be cut it with a knife. No one had expected Ethan to be so bold, so unflinching in the face of such overwhelming odds against him.
They had thought he would be shaking in his pants, ready to beg for mercy at the first sign of trouble but they were wrong.
Ethan was still sounding bold, his face filled with calm determination.
He wasn't going to let these people intimidate him, no matter how powerful they might be.
The chief waiter, however, was not so easily cowed, he knew all of these questions would be asked and he had prepared himself for them.
"What's done is done."
he said, his voice cold and unyielding.
"You must pay the bill, Mr. Ethan. Otherwise, we cannot allow you to leave the premises."
Immediately he said those words, it was as if it was planned, a group of burly security guards entered the room, their faces grim and their muscles bulging beneath their dark suits.
"Instead of begging Damian, I'm going to make a phone call."
upon hearing what Ethan just said the room erupted in a frenzy of whispers.
Who could Ethan possibly call that would be able to stand up to the might of the Bushman family? Who could have the power to turn the tables on such a formidable foe?
They all gaze at each other, knowing it's not possible for some of the team mates to believe Ethan was this stubborn and stupid.
instead of him to beg and save his ass but the fool wants to make a phone call.
They all gaze at Ethan and shake their heads.
Mike at that moment was disappointed in himself, for allowing Damien to use him.
He approached him on Purpose so he could get his revenge on Ethan and he fell for it.
Ethan stepped away from the table, pulling out his phone and dial a number with confident movements. He spoke softly, his words too low for anyone else to hear.
"Grandma."
he said, his voice warm and affectionate.
"I'm in a bit of a situation here. I could really use your help."
He explained the situation quickly to lady Madison, his words tumbling out in a rush. But even as he spoke, a sense of calmness seemed to settle over him, as if he knew that everything was going to be alright.
Lady Madison wasn't happy that someone would have the guts to treat her grandson in such a manner, but at the same time she's happy he called for her help, and he even called her Gramma which means he's making progress.
with a soft and deadly voice he said.
"Don't worry Ethan, I'm sending someone over to clear the nonsense"
Ethan cheeks moved after a few moments, he hung up the phone, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He turned back to the room.
"Someone is coming,"
he said, his voice ringing out like a bell.
"Someone who can sort this whole mess out, once and for all."