"I only called to notify you about something," the older brother said. This time Glottis recognized the emotion in his voice. It was gloating.
"What did you do?"
"I have done nothing, I only followed Mom's instructions. A few days ago, just before your birthday, she told me to block all your financial sources. She said it's for your own good, to teach you to manage your budgets and rely on yourself," Leo's lectured with his most irritating tone.
"Screw that! Cancel it, you know she would cancel this order now that I'm stronger than you!" Glottis tanned skin would turn slightly red in his anger if it had a lighter shade.
"Hahaha, she didn't tell me to cancel it, so I'm afraid I can't do it. I was too busy to do it so far, but today I finally had a few free minutes to make the required phone calls to the bank!" Leo laughed loudly, clearly satisfied by his petty revenge.
"You are just doing it because I kicked your ass last night! I'm here with a girl and my card was blocked right when I was supposed to pay-"
"Then this is your first lesson about relying on yourself. You can't take out gold diggers until you are as rich as Father."
"I am as rich as Dad!" Glottis was annoyed. The two women were still by his side, looking at him in awkwardness, wondering if he would pay or not.
"With your own money, Glottis. Anyway, gotta go. Good luck there, don't embarrass our family!"
"Fuck you-"
The call was over, and Glottis unwillingly put the phone down from his ear back into his pocket. He raised his eyes to the waiting waitress, his eyes lingering for a short moment on the two big bulges in her uniform in the chest area before finding their original destination, her eyes.
"So, uh, how about I go and settle my things and come back to pay?" He offered to the waitress in the absence of a better option.
"Don't you have cash? Like you paid to the seamstress?" asked his date, feeling nervous about the implications of eating in a luxurious restaurant without paying. She heard all kinds of stories that they might call the police or beat them until they puke.
"Oh, how I didn't think of that?" he hissed in annoyance, "Probably because I gave that seamstress all the cash I had on me!"
"Sir, I'm sorry, but you must pay before you leave. How about calling a family member to come and help you pay?" The waitress suggested.
"Wait, I can pay for it, I'm sure it's nothing compared to the dress," Sheela said with gritted teeth, preparing herself mentally to separate herself from a fortune. She wanted to repay Glottis for the beautiful gown, and it was a great opportunity to do so.
She fished her credit card out of her purse and picked up the paper to see their tab, glancing at it shortly before coughing and placing the card back in her purse.
"Ahm, Young Master Glottis, call your family," she said, looking away. She never thought that ordering so many dishes without thinking could backfire like that. Not only it was an expensive restaurant, but vegan food was more expensive than normal food, meaning… the bill was insane. She was just a student, she couldn't pay 1500$.
"Useless," he muttered and turned back to the waitress, "It was my family who just called, they won't be coming before I settle down a few things. I will be back, alright?"
"No, please wait here while I call the manager to deal with it, I'm afraid I'm not authorized for it. You can discuss the details with her, alright?" The waitress decided it was too much for her to handle and stepped down. She clicked a few things on her tablet and walked away.
"Let's run!" Glottis whispered to Sheela. She looked at him with wide eyes, shaken by the idea.
"What, no! it's stealing, I'm not a thief!" she whispered back nervously, leaning so close her lips brushed against his ear. She was afraid someone would even hear that they even discussed the idea.
"Screw that, I will pay them once I get my brother to unfreeze my bank account. Let's get out of here!" He stood up, pulling her from her wrist.
"But, Young Master, how am I supposed to run with this dress?"
"Just run! take it off and run in your underwear if needed!"
"No way!"
"Ahm!"
A cough stopped the two of them, Glottis' hand on the other's dress as though meaning to take it off amidst all the diners. Everyone stared at them, some were amused while others were shocked, and a few maybe both.
"Oh, are you in charge? Who the hell are you three?" Glottis asked the newcomer.
Before them stood a young woman wearing a formal suit. She was clearly a manager and did not handle jobs like serving food or accepting guests. Behind her stood two large goons wearing wide elegant pants and tight buttoned shirts that helped make their muscles seem more intimidating.
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| Inspect |
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| **Info** |
| - Name: Layla Gaul |
| - Age: 19 |
| - Fate Points: 115 (average: 10) |
| - Cultivation Stage: Unknown |
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| **Related Missions** |
| - none |
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'Damn, her fate is higher than mine, I can't see her cultivation stage,' he swore in his mind. However, it made sense that a businesswoman at the age of 19 would not have much time to cultivate. Besides, she wouldn't need two goons by her side if she were the muscles of this company.
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| Inspect |
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| **Info** |
| - Name: Jack Smith |
| - Age: 24 |
| - Fate Points: 10 (average: 10) |
| - Cultivation Stage: Qi Consolidation |
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| **Related Missions** |
| - none |
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The third window was pretty much the same with another name and one less Fate Point. He did not try Fate Override, being aware that the two were useless randoms. Knowing their cultivation stages was enough; they were both weaker than him and did not pose a threat.
"I am, my name is-"
"Layla Gaul. Of course, I have heard all about you," Glottis smiled and sat back, reclining in his chair. He was just reminded by the system that he was strong enough to get away with his actions, making him calm down again and regain his appreciation for hot women.
"You heard about me?" She asked, surprised. She might have been appointed as a manager of a successful restaurant at a young age, but it did not entail fame. It was just impressive, but she wasn't a millionaire or anything. 'At least not yet,' the ambitious woman thought.
"Of course, how could I be unaware of the existence of such a beautiful businesswoman who was appointed to manage a restaurant in the Dragon District at the age of nineteen?" He said, using all his information at once for his bluff. The Dragon District was the name of their current location, known for being meant for the rich only.
"I'm flattered," she smiled. Her opinion of him slightly improved until she remembered their situation, "I hope I didn't interrupt your escaping plan," she apologized sarcastically.
"Oh, not at all. I would have stayed anyway if I knew I got to meet you. What do you think, want to go out with me tomorrow in the afternoon?" Glottis flirted.
"Isn't she your date? Sounds quite insensitive to ask a woman out while dating another, especially right in her face," she was taken aback. She did not expect him to ask her out when she came to threaten him, especially not with two goons behind her and his own girlfriend behind him.
"Nonsense, I'm sure she doesn't mind," Glottis dismissed her words. "She has a big heart."
"I do mind actually," Sheela interjected while raising her palm forward in a rejecting manner before pulling it back to her side, "My heart is not that big."
"Then all this space in your chest seems wasted," he blurted, looking at her cleavage which offered a glimpse of her two mounds.
"Rude!"
"It was a compliment. Anywho, you will be at school, so why does it matter who I hang out with?" He raised his best argument.
"Because… isn't it obvious?!"
"Excuse me," Layla cleared her throat, "This is not the issue right now. I'm not interested in dating thieves, and unless you call someone to pay for you, I will have those two gentlemen make you give us our food back."
The two stepped forward, standing side-to-side in front of Glottis with serious expressions that revealed no happiness nor sadness about what they were asked to do.
"There's no need to get violent, Layla," the man remained seated without the slightest sign of being worried. "How about that, you can have Sheela's dress, it cost 3,000 dollars. You can even keep the change as a tip," he nodded righteously at his own generosity.
"Hey, what am I supposed to wear?!" Sheela protested.
"You have your school uniform in my car. Don't you wear underwear? Girls walk with much less fabric at the beach, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Do you see a bra's straps on my shoulders, you idiot? The dress is held by breast tape!"
"Breast tape?" Glottis was oblivious to the term.
"YES, I HAVE TAPE ON MY TITS THAT HOLDS THE DRESS UP!" She lost it this time, screaming in the middle of the restaurant.
"Oh, that's why your boobs aren't popping out of your dress," Glottis was enlightened.