Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 722

At the studio, Henry made a scene and refused to cooperate on the promotion campaign’s photoshoot.

His real agenda for staying was to put Daniel and Hannah in a tight spot and embarrass them.

He wanted to teach them a lesson - refusing to let him marry Lacey was the biggest mistake of their lives.

It was not because he wasn’t a good match for Lacey, but because she wasn’t good enough for him.

The townspeople were outraged and were not about to take it lying down.

Henry had left a terrible impression on them.

This was the typical behavior of a snob. Being rich did not give him the right to act all smug and cocky and to belittle others.

But alas, his wealth and status were enough to make another swallow their pride as they ate their food. Hence, no one dared to stand up to him.

Meanwhile, Daniel and Hannah sat down uneasily at a corner of the room.

They knew from Henry’s expression that he was gunning for them.

But for the sake of their daughter’s business, they had to endure it.

When everyone was seated, Henry headed to the dining car and asked the head chef, “We have 13 tables of customers here. Do you have enough food for all of us?”

The head chef replied anxiously, “Yes... Yes, there is sufficient food.”

Henry Jones shook his head instead and insisted, “No, you do not. Listen to what I am telling you - You have prepared only twelve portions of food, and you lack one dish.”

“Do you see that old couple sitting by the Southwest corner? You will not serve them any food.”

The chef immediately understood Henry’s intentions. He was out to torment the old couple.

Though the chef was unwilling, he could only follow orders as he was under Henry’s employment.

Shortly after, the waiters started to serve the food.

Every table was served with four appetizers, eight main courses, and two soups. It was an extravagant event.

In stark contrast, the table which Daniel and Hannah sat on was empty. Not even their cutlery were put out.

Both of them were distressed and in a dilemma as to what to do. It was awkward to state the obvious, yet keeping silent was not the solution.

Right then, Henry quickly reacted and made a false remark, “Chef, what is going on here? Why is there no food for Uncle Daniel and Aunt Hannah?”

The chef replied hurriedly, “I am sorry, Mr. Jones. We followed your instructions and prepared enough food for twelve tables only.”

Henry then exclaimed, “Oh dear, this is all my fault. I was not expecting two uninvited, freeloading guests.”

Upon hearing that, Hannah was fuming mad. Her blood boiled with anger.

What does he mean, freeloaders! Excuse me, but we are not beggars!

Daniel held her hand and patted it gently. He then whispered, “Bear with it for the greater good. We are doing this is for Lacey.”

Hannah eventually calmed down and kept her cool.

However, one of the neighbors did not like what had happened and offered them a seat. “Old Hinton, come over here and sit with us. There’s plenty of room here.”

Henry immediately stood up and protested, “That is unacceptable. If people knew that I, Henry Jones, made ten of my guests jostle for space on 1 table, that would ruin my reputation!”

Daniel in turn replied, “In that case, we will not trouble you further. We’ll head home and grab a meal of our own.”

“Certainly not,” Henry declined yet again. “Lacey and I are partners, so it would not be right for me to not include you both in the meal. What if Lacey found out and reprimanded me?”

In the end, it was Mrs. Jones who stood up and said, “Daniel, aren’t you both in a rush to get to work? How about I have the chef prepare some pasta for you both? It is quick and convenient and won’t take up too much of your time.”

Daniel nodded and agreed, “Yes, that would be fine.”

Following that, Henry waved to the chef and instructed him, “Chef, two servings of pasta, please.”

Hannah stared in disbelief as she stared at Henry. A strong feeling of hostility filled her gut as she muttered, “What a piece of work.”

Beside her, Daniel comforted her repeatedly, “Let it go, my dear. Don’t let their antics get to you.”

“Let’s finish up the meal and go.”

When the pasta was almost done, Henry Jones went back into the dining car. He grabbed a fistful of salt and dumped it onto the plate.

“It is going to take a lot more than that to eat at my table, you old fool,” he said to himself.