Chapter 159 Lamborghini
Two hostesses stepped in front of Eric and his friends.
"Sorry, we're fully booked tonight," one of them said.
"No worries, we'll just sit in the main hall," Eric replied, staying cool.
"The main hall's full too," she shot back.
Eric peeked inside and saw plenty of empty seats. "Really? Looks like there are lots of open spots."
"All those seats are reserved," she insisted.
"Seriously? All of them?" Eric shook his head, not buying it.
"Look, this place is pretty high-end and pricey. Maybe you should try somewhere else," the hostess suggested.
The other one chimed in, "There's a fast-food joint across the street. Golden Palace isn't for everyone."
"The poor? So you think we can't pay?" Eric chuckled.
Eric, Sharon, and Kyle were dressed pretty casually, which made the hostesses think they couldn't afford to eat there.
"It's not that we think you can't pay; we know you can't," she said.
Eric grinned, "So, you think we're just some country bumpkins who wandered into Golden Palace? You think we're idiots?"
"Yes!" they both nodded.
Kyle couldn't hold back his laughter. He knew exactly who Eric was and found the whole situation hilarious. Even Sharon giggled.
Eric smiled too and pulled out a Lamborghini car key. "Recognize these?"
"Lamborghini?" The hostesses were stunned.
"Is it real? It can't be," one of them muttered.
To them, Eric and his friends didn't look like Lamborghini owners.
"What's fake can't be real, and what's real can't be fake," Eric said, still smiling.
He turned and pressed the unlock button. The Lamborghini's lights flashed twice, like a beast waking up.
He pressed the lock button again, and the lights flashed once more.
The hostesses stared, jaws dropped. This was a nearly million-dollar car, and it looked stunning under the lights.
Eric put the keys away and asked, "Any doubts now?"
"We're so sorry! So sorry!" They turned pale and bowed repeatedly.
"Can we go in now?" Eric asked, still smiling.
"Yes, please, come in, welcome!"
They were led into the restaurant.
"Eric, did you see their faces? Bet they won't look down on anyone again!" Kyle laughed.
Eric shook his head, "I wanted to keep it low-key, but they pushed me."
"You're too low-key. Other rich folks flaunt designer clothes and luxury watches, but you keep it simple," Kyle said, still laughing.
"I can't help it; it's just how I am. Besides, I don't see the point in all that flashy stuff," Eric shrugged.
"Eric, I think you look great just the way you are. Simple, but clean and elegant. No need for designer clothes," Sharon said.
Eric nodded.
They found a seat by the window and settled in.
A waiter came over, and Eric casually ordered some signature dishes and a nice bottle of wine.
"By the way, Eric, that Frank guy is such a pain. What's your plan for dealing with him?" Kyle asked.
"Don't worry, I've got a plan," Eric said with a smile.
Eric had planned to just wait for Frank to leave Silverbrook, but after today, he couldn't tolerate it anymore and had already figured out how to handle him.
Just then, a middle-aged guy with a gold chain, Timothy Reed, swaggered over to their table.
"How about joining us for a few drinks?" Timothy leered at Sharon.
"Sorry, I don't know you," Sharon frowned.
"Come on, what's the point of hanging out with these two poor guys? Have a few drinks with me, and I promise you won't regret!" Timothy said.
"Get lost! She's my girlfriend," Eric glared at him.
Eric thought, 'Does this guy think I don't exist?'
"Your girlfriend? How about this, I'll give you $200,000 to let me have her," Timothy said, staring at Eric.
Eric frowned and spat out, "Scram!"
"Scram? Do you even know who you're talking to? I'm offering you money out of respect. Don't push me!" Timothy said coldly.
Timothy thought he could get away with it because Eric and Kyle were dressed so plainly.
At that moment, another middle-aged man from Timothy's table walked over. They had been drinking and, seeing how beautiful Sharon was and how plainly Eric and Kyle were dressed, decided to make a move on her.
Seeing this, Eric called out, "Manager, come here!"
Eric didn't want to waste time arguing.
The hall manager, Walter Bell, was at the front desk. Hearing a customer call out, he quickly walked over.
"Hello, is there a problem?" Walter asked.
"Get them out of here. They're disturbing my meal," Eric said coldly.
"They're also customers, so I can't just kick them out," Walter replied.
Timothy sneered, "You don't get to kick us out!"
Eric chuckled, then pulled out a bank card and said, "Walter, $1,000,000. I want to book the entire hall tonight. Get them out of here!"
As he pulled out the card, Eric's Lamborghini keys accidentally fell out.
"Lamborghini!" Walter and the two middle-aged men were shocked.
Especially Timothy, whose face turned pale instantly.
They realized they had messed with a big shot.
After apologizing, they quickly ran out, not daring to stay for fear that Eric would deal with them.
Walter looked at Eric with even more respect.
Not long after, the food was served, and Sharkman arrived.
Eric then shared his plan to deal with Frank with Sharkman and asked him to take care of it.
Meanwhile, in a private room at the Serenity Grand Hotel, Tina and Frank were having dinner.
Tina sat directly across from Frank, keeping her distance.
Frank had wanted Tina to sit next to him, but she refused, and he didn't want to push it.
"Frank, I'm done eating. Thanks for dinner. It's getting late, so I'll head home now," Tina said, standing up.
"Tina, it's late, and you must be tired. I've booked a room in the hotel. Why don't you rest here?" Frank suggested with a smile.
"No, thank you. I don't like staying in hotels," Tina declined politely.
"If you don't like hotels, that's fine. How about I drive you to my place to rest?" Frank said with a smile.
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