Louisa looked disdainful.
She knew all about James.
He was good for nothing. Furthermore, the Callahans could never come up with so much money, never mind their son-in-law.
“The presents are from me.”
James said it casually, then he looked at Zane.
Zane stepped forward, saying, “That’s right. Mr. Caden prepared these presents. I can vouch for him.”
Louisa looked at Zane. He was just a bearded, unkempt man. A nobody. She laughed coldly. “You? Vouch for him? How is that helpful? Stop spouting nonsense.”
Zane fell speechless.
How could giving a gift turn out to be so complicated?
If he knew, he would have made Luther stay.
He looked at James. “James, this isn’t going to be easy. Let’s wait it out. Luther will bring the guests over soon. This shall be Cynthia’s birthday party and an act of support for your friend.”
“Get out. You’re not welcome here.”
Louisa barked an order.
“And you, Zion. Get lost. From now on, we go our separate ways. The five hundred thousand dollars is a fee for me for wasting my time with you.”
“You…”
Zion fumed.
James grabbed hold of him, saying, “Hold your tongue. Let’s go.”
“But, James…”
“Just listen to me.”
“Okay.”
Zion followed James out reluctantly.
“Haha…”
Loud laughter erupted from inside the restaurant.
“I thought that the gifts were really from James. Turns out he was just boasting.”
“Exactly. He doesn’t even know to pick the right time to do so.”
Zion’s expression darkened further when he heard it.
Outside the shop.
“James, the presents are from you. Why are we leaving?”
Zion looked at James, not understanding.
James waved a hand. “There’s no rush. Let’s wait a little longer. We don’t have proof now, so it’ll be hard to convince anyone. The one who delivered the presents will be back soon. We’ll enter later and cut the bullsh*t.”
“Got it.”
Zion nodded.
Inside the shop.
Louisa held onto Leonardo happily. She ordered the waitstaff, “Take the presents up to the 888 private room on the third floor.”
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