Life at The Top novel Chapter 1312

Mr. Heron’s sudden arrival was akin to a bucket of ice water in winter completely ruined the private room’s warm and toasty atmosphere.

The comer of Drogo’s lips twitched, and while he was evidently trying to suppress his anger, it appeared that he was also terrified of this Mr. Heron’s familial background and history.

Drogo suppressed the anger he felt and smiled apologetically, “You misunderstand, Mr. Heron. I’m sure you know the restaurant’s rules and that every blowfish is prepared on the spot. There are only five blowfishes for five portions. We don’t have the ingredients for more.”

Mr. Heron scoffed and looked at Drogo before he said ambiguously, “So you want me to embarrass myself in front of my guests, then?”

Drogo’s expression changed and he quickly replied, “How about this, Mr. Heron. I’ll immediately have someone gather new ingredients and make one for you. But this might take some time.”

Coincidentally, two waiters pushed over a cart of food just as Drogo spoke.

On the cart were plates of exquisite food, including the renowned and rare blowfish dish.

When he saw the path the cart was taking, as well as and the private room number on the cart, Drogo knew that this was the plate of blowfish Vita had ordered.

Mr. Heron’s eyes lit up when he saw the cart and he immediately raised his hand to stop it.

“Isn’t there one here? I want this one.”

Drogo’s expression turned bitter at the words, and he looked at Vita instinctively.

This time, Vita was the one whose expression changed. It was rare for him to have the chance to treat others, and now that both John and Jasper were here, Vita refused to be humiliated in front of them.

“That is the blowfish I ordered.”

Vita said calmly.

His tone was light, but the implications were clear.

Mr. Heron scoffed and looked at Vita before he snorted disdainfully, “Where the f*ck did you come from? How dare you take what’s mine!”

“You…?!”

Vita was enraged.

He was still someone of high status. Due to his special identity and the fact that he was an authoritative senior executive of the bank, people were almost always kind and respectful toward him.

However, Mr. Heron was just in his twenties, around the ago of Vita’s nephews and nieces. Therefore, Vita immediately flushed red when he was scolded with out warning.

“Don’t, don’t!”

Drogo quickly interrupted Vita. He put his hands together with a pleading expression and said, “Both of you are extinguished guests. Business is good when there is peace, right? Let’s not strain any relationships and end up appearing like fools to other people, yeah?”

Vita glanced at Drogo angrily but changed the words he wanted to say. “You decide how to deal with this issue then, Mr. Rice.”

This sentence was brash considering the setting.

Drogo could understand this. Moreover, the man’s expression looked bitter.

Yet, Mr. Heron scoffed and told Drogo, “Look, Drogo, you know who I am, don’t you? Do you still want your restaurant or not? If you don’t, then I’ll have someone demolish it for you tonight.”

Veins bulgd on Drogo’s forehead.

After a long moment of hesitation, he turned to Vita and said pleasingly but with great difficulty, “Mr. Layne, perhaps, we could give Mr. Heron this plate of blowfish first? I’ll have someone prepare new ingredients and send another plate over immediately. And all your expenses tonight will be free.”

Drogo made his decision.

After weighing his options, he chose to stand on Mr. Heron’s side.

After all, Vita was just the vice president of a bank. If he could not ask ICBS for loans, then he could always seek out another bank.

Mr. Heron, though, was different.