Female Novel
Chapter 93 The Unbridled Tongue
Horace did a facepalm and chuckled. "Laila, I'm an ordinary person. Do I look like a superman to you? I
can't even fly!"
"Horace, you are my superman. My very own hero," Laila said with a ruddy face and affectionate smile.
"Well, my love, I also like being your superman. I'll always protect you," Horace replied and kissed
Laila's hand.
'Damn it! My plan failed woefully. I shouldn't have caused Mr. Warren to fall on Gladys. Instead of
having a serious lovers' quarrel, these two are all mushy. I just made their bond stronger. Their public
display of affection is really getting to me!'
Susie sighed as the lovebirds continue to display their affection. This wasn't how she had planned for
things to go.
Without pulling an abrupt move again, Susie soon drove into the Sea Pavilion and parked the car in the
parking lot. A Lamborghini also parked beside it.
The driver of the Lamborghini pointed at Susie's car and said to the other people in the car, "Look,
someone is bringing down the value of the Sea Pavilion. I'm appalled to see that a poor person who
drives an Alto can come here for meals. Why did the security guards allow such junk in this prestigious
place?"
Susie drove an Alto. As a young woman from a less-privileged family, it was a big deal that she hadnovelbin
been able to afford an Alto after working her butt off at the hospital.
The young man who was sitting in the Lamborghini's front passenger seat commented, "You know,
poor people can be quite stupid. Something tells me that these paupers sold their most priced
belongings just so they could eat here. They can only afford to eat expensive meals in such a fancy
place once in their lifetime. It's the biggest luxury to them!"
The young men were still gossiping when Horace and Laila got out of Susie's car.
"Oh my! Is... Is that Horace?" the young man sitting in the front passenger seat of the Lamborghini
stammered while staring at Horace in horror.
"Are my eyes deceiving me? Why is Laila here? Isn't she supposed to be working?" he added after he
rubbed his eyes and did a double-take at Laila. "I'm shocked that these two paupers are together.
When did this happen?"
"Averi, are they your friends?" the driver of the Lamborghini asked.
The young man in the front passenger seat was Averi, Horace's former high school classmate. He had
gotten beaten up when he tried to bully Laila at the Sea Pavilion the other day.
His friend who was driving had queried him when he heard his statement and saw how he looked at
them.
"Zayn, I will not have you insult me today. How can I be friends with those poor losers? They are just
my former classmates who hold a grudge against me!"
"I thought as much, Averi. There's no way you would make friends with such losers!" Zayn Duffy tapped
the steering wheel and chuckled. Thereafter, he asked, "Did you say those two hold a grudge against
you? How dare they come to the Sea Pavilion so leisurely? This is arrant nonsense. Do you want me to
help you teach them a lesson?"
"No, thanks, Zayn. I prefer to handle them myself." Averi shook his head and added, "It might interest
you to know that those two not only stepped on my toes, but they are also in Pollard's bad books. I
wanted to teach them a lesson before now, but Pollard said that he wanted to cripple them by himself.
The Lyons family has been destroyed yesterday. Anyway, I can't wait for Pollard anymore. I must take
revenge myself today!"
Gritting his teeth in anger, Averi stared at the couple outside. "How is it possible that these two paupers
have enough money to eat here? I don't think they came to eat. Laila works here. Horace even came
here for an interview that day. He was probably employed and they decided to come to work together. It
should be very easy for us to torture them. Let's just go and have a meal and make sure they serve us.
Tut, tut, tut! Laila is such a beautiful girl. Don't you think so too?"
"Well, I didn't see her face clearly just now, but I have to admit that she has a good figure. I will check
out her face later. You know I like pretty women. If she's pretty, I would have a thing for her."
It was at this moment that Susie and the others got out of the car. Excitement and lust flashed in Zayn's
eyes when he saw Gladys and Susie. After licking his lips, he said, "Look, bro. These women have
great figures too, especially the one wearing a Lolita dress. Wow! She is exactly my ideal type of girl. I
want to have her!"
Indeed, Gladys was a beautiful woman. She had a curvaceous body, but her face was cute. She was
addicted to Lolita dresses. Her greatest wish was to have every piece of them and then build a huge
collection. In fact, she was intent on marrying a rich man so she would be able to buy all the clothes
she wanted.
"I think they are all waiters in the Sea Pavilion. The boss of this restaurant is my father's friend. Even if
we flirt with them later on, nothing will happen. Let's all make good use of this opportunity, okay?" Zayn
announced gleefully.
"Wow! Zayn, you are so awesome!" Everyone in the Lamborghini praised him.
In excitement, they all got off the car and walked towards the main entrance of the restaurant.
Horace and the others had no idea that Averi and his friends were here and even planned to make
trouble for them. They just walked into the restaurant orderly.
Riley, the lobby manager, was so stunned to see Horace here at this time. Her eyes widened and she
froze for many seconds. She didn't get any notice that he was coming here today.
Like the professional that she was, she regained her composure and walked up to them. "Excuse me,
do you have a reservation?"
Riley was aware that Horace wanted to keep his real identity a secret from Laila. She decided to play
along. And this was why she treated him like a regular customer now.
"Good day, Miss Hilton. I don't have a reservation. Please arrange a presidential dining room for us!"
Horace said gently as he stared at her with a blank expression.
A total of ten waiters were assigned to the presidential dining room to give the users an excellent
experience there. All the waiters here worked double shifts. The morning shift was from nine o'clock in
the morning to five o'clock in the evening. They could only rest for one and half hours at noon. The
night shift was from five o'clock in the evening to eleven o'clock in the evening. There was no recess for
them because evenings were the busiest of times for the restaurant.
The management of the Sea Pavilion had put the welfare of the waiters into consideration. They were
divided into three groups, so they could switch places with each other. Some rested while others
worked in the restaurant. As a result, less than half of them could recognize Horace.
"Who the hell is this guy? Is he crazy? How dare he ask Miss Hilton to arrange the presidential dining
room for him? Doesn't he know that only about ten people in this city can afford to use the presidential
dining room? Argh! Poor people don't know their place nowadays. Look at his clothes. They are worse
than the rags I use at home. He's nothing but a peasant. How does he intend to pay for the meals
here?" one of the waitresses muttered with disgust.
A slender hand covered her mouth as soon as she finished speaking. The hand was her colleague's.
"Livia, do you want to die today? How dare you speak ill of Mr. Warren? If Miss Hilton heard what you
just said, you can be sure that you would be sacked immediately. Not only that, the boss would skin
you alive if he gets wind of what you did. You'd better bridle that rude tongue of yours. A word is
enough for the wise!"
She then removed her hand from Livia Natt's mouth.