Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 1567

Edmund was furious. He never expected to be insulted like this, certainly not by the likes of these security guards. He didn’t know that the guards had always been sycophants, which was why they had toadied him while he was still in the good graces of the Albright Family. Now that he had fallen from grace, these guards did not hesitate to pick on him, adding insult to his injury.

But as things were, Edmund knew better than to get into the fight with these folks. He had neither fortune nor power to his name now, and he probably wouldn't survive an actual brawl with the guards.

As such, he swallowed his pride and fury, then mumbled apologetically, "I'm sorry if what I said rubbed you guys the wrong way. I didn't mean to offend you, and I don't think I'm better than you either. I came here tonight because I needed to go into the club and settle some... business. I can always park my car elsewhere if you're all too busy keeping watch at the entrance. How about that?"

He had never been so humiliated in his life.

Upon hearing this, the men in black guffawed, and their leader snorted as he said, "Oh, come on, what's with the formalities, Edmund? Hey, boys, did you hear that? Edmund just apologized to us! What do you say if we let him off this time, huh?"

The rest of the guards echoed their jesting agreement.

Satisfied, the leading man in black took Edmund's car keys and tossed them to another young man standing at the side, then chuckled at Edmund as he said, "You're a guest here, Edmund. We'll have your car parked in a neat little spot somewhere, but do you think you could tip us first? You know how rough things are for us out here."

This was the first time Edmund had come across tipping before the valet actually parked the car. More often than not, those who asked for valet service would tip only after their cars had been retrieved. They're looking down their noses at me! But as outraged as he was, he could not argue with these men, not if he wanted to avoid getting beaten up.

He mutely pulled out a couple of bills and handed them to the guard, then bit out, "Will that be enough?”

The guard laughed heartily. "How generous of you, Edmund! Come on, get yourself into the club. Have a great night!"

Edmund gritted his teeth and made his way toward the main entrance of the Dynasty, fixing his gaze on the ground as he walked.

Outside, the security guards burst out into raucous laughter. One of them approached the leader and asked in a low voice, "Say, chief, why did you ask for a tip before you let him through? You worried he hasn't got enough cash on him or something?"