The Legendary Man novel Chapter 447

The Legendary Man Chapter 447

Fake Wine

However, at that very moment, Jonathan shot Logan a meaningful gaze.

The latter took the hint and bobbed his head as he strode toward the juice bar. Not long after, the boss of that bar approached them with four glasses of their signature drink, serving them respectfully as he arrived at their table.

Alas, Angela once again became as proud as a peacock, leering the boss in the eye as she parted her lips jubilantly. “What are these for? Is this some kind of apology? So, you finally realized what a prominent figure Mr. Sanderson is.”

A baffled look marred the boss’ countenance at once.

In actuality, he had no idea who the so-called Mr. Sanderson was. He had personally waited on them primarily because of Logan’s background.

Never would he dare to let the commander-in-chief of Durbaine Special Force get in the queue like some commoners.

Nevertheless, he didn’t know what kind of relationship Logan was sharing with Angela, so he kept his reasons under his hat.

Even so, Angela assumed that the bald boss had kept his lips buttoned due to fear. Hence, she turned all the more arrogant there and then. Her nose was hung so high up in the air. “Hmph! Never mind that! At least you’re not that incorrigible. I’ll forgive you this once. I hope you learned your lesson well. Don’t repeat the same mistake in the future.”

As Jonathan listened to her rambling on and on, a tinge of impatience flitted across his face. “I think we should go lest that Mr. Sanderson of hers would slip into a fit of rage and ravage the entire juice bar.”

Pfft!

Upon hearing that, Logan couldn’t hinder himself anymore from breaking into a peal of thunder. Angela, in turn, flew off the handle with her eyes blazing with wrath as if her lungs were about to explode.

Glaring daggers at Jonathan, she fumed, “Hey, Jonathan, I’m simply refraining from arguing with a lowly person like you. You’d better give it a rest. Don’t think I have no idea of who you are. Everyone knows you’re that matrilocal son-in-law of the Smiths, a sore loser. So, drop your act already.”

Logan’s visage did a one-eighty, becoming frosty as soon as she finished her insult. The air was instantly filled with a chilling, murderous vibe.

How dare she defames Asura with her filthy mouth! She deserves a thousand deaths!

“What are you trying to do next? You’re thinking about threatening me, aren’t you?” Despite Logan’s menacing mien, not even a trace of fear was present within Angela.

Emmeline, on the flip side, jumped in fright. She, for one, knew Jonathan’s identity inside and out. She had had firsthand experience the last time Jonathan vented his rage. Ever since then, she found it hard to walk out of the trauma.

“Don’t spout nonsense, Angela! Jonathan’s nothing of the sort,” came Emmeline’s words in a flash, trying to smooth things out before Angela got onto Jonathan’s nerves.

“Tch! I’m not the gossipmonger who started it. Everybody in Jadeborough is talking about it.” A snort escaped from Angela’s mouth as she disregarded Emmeline.

“Angela, you really—” Before Emmeline could say anything much, a violent roar sounded out of nowhere from afar. Immediately afterward, a convertible sports car could be seen driving toward their location. As a series of rumbling engine sounds drew the public attention like a magnet, the entire scene breathed an exaggerated swagger.

Angela’s eyes lit up in a heartbeat as she cast a sidelong glance at Jonathan, putting on a smug look. “Don’t you all know that Mr. Sanderson is the heir of his family? Besides, he’s not one of those silver-spooned brats. Rather, he completed his studies abroad before coming back here and established many companies from scratch. A true self-made big shot like him is so much more capable than you-know-who.”

The sports car made its way right next to Angela before coming to a halt. Following that, Angela hurriedly dashed toward the car. An ingratiating smile was etched on her face the whole time.

“You’ve kept me waiting for so long, Mr. Sanderson. Here, have a taste of this. I’ve queued up personally just to get you their signature drink.”

The man whom Angela was talking to in the car was Hector Sanderson. He didn’t stand on ceremony as he grabbed the drink and took a mouthful of it straight away. At the same time, his gaze landed on the group of three not far away behind Angela.

“Didn’t you say you’ll only be bringing your best friend over? What are the other two guys doing over there?”

“Pfft! Beats me.” Angela’s expression was inundated with disdain. She seemed to have completely forgotten about them being her saviors a moment ago.

Hector then strutted over to the table and sized Emmeline up from head to toe. His eyes sparkled at once as he struck up a conversation with the latter.

“Hello, gorgeous. You must be Angela’s best friend, Emmeline. Am I right?”