Chapter 3332 The Biggest Patron
Mia was beyond exasperated by Megan’s words because that truth made her look really bad. She began yelling uncontrollably, “Liar! That role was supposed to be mine! You were the one who made Jake take it from me! If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t need to be here tonight!”
Megan composedly stared at Mia, who had lost of her rationality, and did not respond. She knew she had won the mental game.
Anderson was speechless after witnessing Mia’s pathetic state.
Some of the crew walked towards Mia and tried to mediate the situation. Just then, the door behind them opened abruptly. Everyone froze on the spot as they recognized the figure who stood at the entrance.
““M-Mr. Wilson…”
The moment Anderson realized Jake came to the diner, he immediately stood up and humbly walked towards him.
Jake was the only person on this earth that Anderson would never dare to cross if he wanted to survive in this industry.
“Mr. Wilson… what brought you here?”
Jake completely ignored Anderson while his eyes were locked upon Megan, and hers on him. Right at the instant, Megan’s glare turned extraordinarily calm and peaceful.
“Megan, let’s go.”
Jake walked past the crowd and stood in front of Megan. He bowed to take her hand and asked her to leave, as he did not want her to witness the following brutal episode.
“I know what’s in your mind. Just do it. There’s no need to bother about me.”
Looking at her firm expression, Jake nodded slightly. The next second, he turned and scanned through the whole room. His eyes stopped on Anderson and Mia, and instantly his gentle expression turned frosty.
Before Anderson realized what Jake was doing, a bottle of wine was placed before the former’s face.
He lifted his head in puzzlement, only to discover Jake was staring at him rigidly.
“Do you see all these bottles of wine here? Finish them all, and I’ll forget about what happens today. If you can’t finish them, then hand over your shares and get lost.”
Anderson felt a blow to his heart as Jake left him with no other option. The color drained from his face as he stared at those bottles. Apparently, he could be killed from alcohol intoxication if he were to drink that amount.
“Mr. Wilson… I…”
“Go on. I’ll wait here for you. And everyone else, you can leave if you’re done eating. I’ll sign the contract with you later.”
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