Female Novel
Chapter 1238
The atmosphere in the VIP room was tense, as if the scent of gunpowder was thick in the air.
Some eyes landed on Ian, scanning him, then slowly withdrew.
The next moment, a liquor bottle was hurled towards the head of the rich kid.
Everyone turned to look at the man who threw the bottle. Well, wasn't this Mr. Ryan? How did he end
up working as a waiter?
And, surprisingly, he looked quite handsome in this uniform.
Ryan, seething with rage, grabbed the rich kid by the collar.
"You little runt. How dare you speak about my cousin like that?"
Ryan had been working at the BlueSky Bar for the past few days. He had paid his last hundred dollars
for rent and didn't even have money left for food. After a referral from a partner, he took up a job here
as a waiter.
He'd heard bits and pieces of gossip in the industry.novelbin
At first, he kept his head down, not wanting his posse to know about his current plight.
But he did learn about Ian's current situation from their chatter.
He remembered the way his elder cousin had freaked out in the restroom that night, and he felt a surge
of unease.
The rich kid, his collar seized and a bottle shattered on his head, cursed furiously.
"Darn it! I'll say what I want, Ryan. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be a waiter at the
BlueSky Bar. I heard that Maja even offered to help you refurbish your apartment. It was you who
introduced her to Ian. You two are a piece of work, sharing the same woman. Letting Ian have her after
you were done. That makes Maja nothing more than a deserted woman. And now, he's willing to give
up the Raymond Corporation for her. That's just stupidity!"
The rich kid's face was filled with defiance, only to be answered with a firm punch.
Ryan was as furious as a young lion, but the next moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He stiffened and turned to see Ian, who had been silent all this time.
"Ian."
Ryan felt a pang of sorrow. His cousin used to be his hero, successful in whatever he did. He was
never a replacement for his cousin. Ian was unique.
But that was just how the industry was.
When he was on top, everyone praised him. When he hit rock bottom, everyone was ready to kick him.
The rich kid, who had been hit, recoiled a bit in fear at Ian's approach. But thinking about how Ian was
nothing now, he regained his defiance.
The others in the room were silent, waiting to see what would happen to the rich kid.
Ryan was also uneasy. He had been too impulsive, making Ian the target of everyone's attention.
But he couldn't hold back.
"Ian, let me go. I'm going to teach him a lesson."
As he finished speaking, he saw Ian lift his leg and deliver a harsh kick to the rich kid's stomach.
"Boom!"
The rich kid was thrown towards the coffee table, sending liquor bottles tumbling and shattering on the
floor.
The room's atmosphere was delicate. Some wanted to intervene, but considering that Ian was still the
CEO of the Raymond Corporation, no one dared to speak.
The rich kid ended up next to Fitch, who lifted his muscular arm to grab him and tossed him aside.
"Throw him out."
He spoke with a hint of disgust, obviously siding with Ian.
Ian didn't speak. He simply sat back down on the sofa.
Fitch remained silent too.
Ryan quickly called in the bar manager, replaced all the drinks, and personally wiped down the table.
As he wiped the table soaked with liquor, he also collected the broken pieces on the floor and threw
them into the trash bin.
Everyone was a bit surprised. Everyone knew that Ryan was once a spoiled brat, but he was
surprisingly good at this kind of work.
They also felt that Ian was heartless, watching his own cousin work as a waiter without lifting a finger to
help.
Ryan finished wiping the table and placed the new drinks on the coffee table.
Ian, squinting, glanced at him and offered a compliment.
"You're doing well."
Ryan's job was indeed a waiter now, so he was thrilled to hear these words.
"Thank you, Ian. I'll keep doing my best."
Everyone was shocked.
Was Ryan lacking in brain cells? Wasn't Ian mocking him? Why was he so pleased?
Fitch, at the side, tossed a stack of money onto the coffee table, saying, "Tip."
He and Ian were indeed treating Ryan like a real waiter.