37: A Phone Call

A Phone Call

"Mr. Sullivan, doesn't the New Century Restaurant have a membership plan? You just have to ask him for his membership card and you will know if he is a guest in this restaurant," Brandon said.

"Right."

Sullivan suddenly realized that upon hearing what Brandon said. He took a step forward and said to Connor, "Sir, please show your membership card."

Connor looked at the restaurant manager and shook his head. "I don't have a membership card."

Everyone was in an uproar upon hearing that. Connor's reply was tantamount to acknowledging tacitly that he was not here for dining. If he was not here for dining, then what he was doing there was really obvious.

Mandy was triumphant, looking disdainfully at Connor. Deep down inside, she was laughing at him. "Oh, Connor, did you really think that by winning a lottery, you can change the fact that you are an incel? New Century Restaurant is not a place where a person like you can enter."

Brandon was even giddier, looking at Connor with a smirk. This was what he wanted; smashing down Connor with just a few words. An incel would always be in incel. There was no way that he could leap from an incel to becoming a rich kid. 

Of course, the pretty girl was the most jubilant of all. She had nearly given up when the restaurant manager asked her for proof just now. It was the guy and woman who came out of nowhere and saved the day. She finally had a chance to take her revenge on Connor for taking advantage of her earlier.

While Connor was surrounded, the girl in a business suit was the only person who looked at him with a hint of sympathy in her eyes. She felt that her cousin, Mandy, and Brandon had gone too far. Even if Connor was not here for dining, they should not have humiliated him like this. It was akin to violating his dignity as a man.

"Kid, what are you doing here if you are not here to dine?" Sullivan asked in an icy voice.

"Can't I come to your restaurant without a membership card?" Connor asked expressionlessly.

"Of course not! Everyone in Porthampton knows that the New Century Restaurant is a member-only dining place. Non-members may not dine here!" Sullivan yelled.

"I am invited here," Connor said faintly.

"You are invited?" Sullivan was startled for a second.

"Yeah." Connor nodded.

"Who would invite a pauper like you to dine here? Connor, when will you stop lying? Can't you stop pretending?" Mandy snickered.

"What are you all still waiting for? I now suspect that this kid is stealing in our restaurant. Apprehend him now!" Sullivan roared angrily as he turned and shouted at the security guards behind him.

"Wait a minute!" The pretty girl suddenly called out when she saw that these security guards were about to grab Connor.

As Sullivan turned to look at her in confusion, the pretty girl walked up to Connor in her high heels. "Connor, I told you that as long as you kneel and apologize to me, I will help you intercede and ask Mr. Sullivan to let you go."

"Why should I apologize to you?" Connor shot a cold glance at the pretty girl and asked dismissively.

"Then, whatever happens, you asked for it." The pretty girl hissed. A hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

The seven or eight security guards rushed up to Connor as the pretty girl left. A sinister smile broke out on the faces of Mandy and Brandon when they saw that.

The girl in a business suit frowned, wanting to speak up for Connor. But, she was helpless as her cousin had a tough personality. So, she hesitated and did not say a word. She planned to call the restaurant manager and ask him to cut Connor some slack only after they took Connor away.

Buzz—

Just as everyone was gloating over Connor, his cell phone rang. Connor took out his phone and glanced at it. It was Thomas calling. He picked it up and said, "Hello?"

Everyone was speechless when they saw Connor was answering the phone. Really? Should he not quickly explain himself instead of taking his time to answer the d*mn phone? They just did not get what was in Connor's mind right now.

"Have you arrived at the New Century Restaurant, Mr. McDonald?" Thomas asked.

"Yeah, I'm here, but the restaurant manager wants to kick me out. I tried to explain to him, but he wouldn't listen," Connor said in a helpless tone.

"He wants to kick you out? I'm sorry, Mr. McDonald. I probably didn't make it clear enough for him. Please pass the phone to the manager, and I will talk to him." Thomas sounded somewhat angry.

"Okay."

Connor nodded gently and then handed the phone to Sullivan. "Someone wants to talk to you."0

"Who is that?" Sullivan took the phone from Connor with a confused look. "Hello, may I know who I am speaking to?"

"Tell me, Andrew, what the hell are you doing?" Thomas shouted in an extremely angry voice.

"M—Mr. Morgan?" Andrew Sullivan, the restaurant manager, trembled with fright when he heard Thomas' voice.

"Go to a quiet corner and talk to me, now!" Thomas bellowed.

"Okay, okay." Andrew quickly walked away.

Thomas knew that Connor could not reveal his identity now, so he instructed Andrew to walk away.

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