Chapter 423 Dismissal
After dinner, Abigail leaned against Gregory, feeling slightly drowsy.
Gregory removed his suit jacket, draped it over Abigail, and lifted her into his arms. "I'm taking Abigail home now. You all continue."
"Don't go alone; let's all leave together. We're pretty much finished eating anyway," Henry said, standing up and grabbing Tricia's hand as they followed them outside.
Quinn, as usual, remained silent but also followed.
As they reached the restaurant's entrance, waiting for the driver to retrieve the car, a sudden commotion caught their attention behind them.
Maeve Fairfax said, "Please don't dismiss me. I didn't mean it. I really need this position. Please, I beg you."
Tessa Hawthorne replied, "Do you realize who you crossed? If they hadn't let it slide, do you know how much this could have cost our restaurant? Get lost!"
Maeve couldn't hold back her tears; she genuinely depended on this job.
Hearing the familiar voice, Quinn frowned. He hadn't planned to get involved since he preferred to avoid meddling in others' problems.
But the next instant, a loud slap rang out sharply.
Tessa's harsh, mocking voice followed. "Maeve, I've had enough of you. Do you think you can coast by on your looks? What if I ruin that pretty face? Let's see how proud you are then."
Spotting the fruit knife glinting ominously in Tessa's hand, Maeve stepped back, her voice trembling with fear, "No!"
She tried to flee but was grabbed by Tessa. Unable to escape, she clenched her teeth and shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the worst.
However, a few moments passed, and the anticipated pain didn’t come.
Instead, Tessa's startled scream pierced the air. "Who are you? Let go of me!"
Maeve opened her eyes to see a tall figure gripping Tessa's wrist, the blade inches from her face. Quinn had saved her just in time.
Maeve quickly retreated a few steps, her eyes brimming with gratitude as she looked at Quinn. "Thank you, thank you for saving me."
Quinn glanced at her coolly, his gaze devoid of emotion. But when his eyes shifted to Tessa, they gleamed with icy anger. "Attacking someone? Is this the caliber of staff your restaurant employs?"
Facing Quinn’s frigid glare, Tessa shivered but attempted to mask her unease, puffing up her posture. "Who do you think you are? I suggest you mind your own business, or I'll ensure you're blacklisted from our restaurant."
Tessa hesitated briefly but regained her confidence, certain her uncle, the manager, would shield her. She had secured the supervisor role over Maeve, and in this exclusive, reservation-only restaurant, customers were always polite. Growing smug, she flashed a challenging grin at Quinn.
Quinn’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a chilly pitch. "And what if I choose to intervene?"
Tessa sneered. "Then don't hold it against me if things get unpleasant. What's your name? I'll make sure you're unwelcome here."
Before Quinn could reply, Maeve grew nervous, tugging lightly at his sleeve and whispering cautiously, "Thank you for standing up for me, but the owner of this place is very influential. You really can't cross them."
"Is that so?" Quinn remained unfazed, turning slightly to glance over his shoulder. "Do you think I can't handle this?"
Gregory raised an eyebrow, catching Quinn's subtle cue, and shot Henry a look.
Balancing Abigail in his arms, Gregory wasn't able to act, so Henry took Gregory's phone from his pocket and dialed the manager's direct line.
In under three minutes, a stocky middle-aged man came rushing out, so hastily he lost a shoe along the way.
But he couldn't worry about that now. One thought dominated his mind: the boss was here and seemed to have a serious issue with him. Had his actions been discovered?
Tessa was bewildered as to how these men had the manager's number but thought little of it, assuming Sidney Hawthorne would support her as always. "Uncle, help me! These men are ganging up on me! And Maeve! She's careless and ruined a customer's clothes earlier. I wanted to fire her, but she turned it into a scene. Insulting me is like insulting you!"
As she waited for Sidney to defend her, he frowned instead, his tone harsh and low. "Shut up. Do you have any idea who these gentlemen are?"
Who were they? Could they be so important?
Tessa was completely at a loss.
Before she could process it, Sidney approached Gregory, his demeanor changing to one of absolute deference. "Mr. White, why didn’t you inform us you'd be dining here tonight? We could have prepared properly. I deeply apologize. The behavior of some staff is completely unacceptable. I'll deal with her immediately."
This restaurant was part of Gregory's private portfolio, later transferred to Abigail's name. But since it was near the airport and far from their main residence, they rarely visited.
Who would have expected the supervisor to be this arrogant, even threatening to disfigure an employee?
Perhaps because Sidney's voice was slightly raised, Abigail, who was half-asleep, frowned softly, her cheek brushing against Gregory’s chest.
Gregory quickly covered her ears, gently patting her and murmuring, "Baby, sleep well."
Once Abigail had settled back into sleep, his eyes turned cold, his gaze sweeping over the offenders with unmistakable authority. "Neither of you needs to return to work tomorrow."
With that, he turned and walked away, carrying Abigail, ignoring their stunned reactions.
Tessa stood frozen in disbelief, reaching out to tug Sidney's sleeve, her voice trembling, "Uncle..."
"Get out!" Sidney growled, his career flashing before his eyes. Decades in the restaurant industry had finally led him to management, and in less than three months, it was slipping away.
Tessa whimpered, "I didn't know he was our boss. Besides, I didn't mean to offend anyone. How was I supposed to guess he'd defend Maeve?"
She shot a hateful glare at Maeve, her eyes burning with resentment.
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