Chapter 363 Who Do You Think You Are?
Jennifer felt a wave of irritation wash over her as she noticed the creepy stares from the thugs. She frowned slightly and then saw the pained look on Dennis's face. Rushing over, she asked, "Dad, what happened? Did they hurt you?"
Her voice, sweet and alluring, only seemed to excite the thugs more, especially a chubby middle-aged guy among them. He ogled Jennifer with a gross, infatuated look.
This man had a gnarly centipede tattoo on his arm, making him look extra fierce and shady. Short and fat, he had this menacing vibe that screamed "trouble." Most folks would be too scared to mess with him.
Dennis shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Who are these guys, and why are they in our private room?" Jennifer shot a glare at the middle-aged man, clearly annoyed by his sleazy gaze.
Before Dennis could answer, the middle-aged guy swaggered over, practically drooling. "Is this your daughter? She's a real looker, a bit skinny, but I dig it," he said with a disgusting grin.
He was right up in Jennifer's face now, his lecherous stare making her skin crawl.
Jennifer's expression hardened, and she took a step back. "Back off, you creep. Show some respect," she snapped.
"What? Did you just call him a creep? You looking for trouble?" One of the thugs barked, glaring at Jennifer. His eyes kept darting back to her, clearly captivated by her beauty despite her slender frame.
Dennis, seeing his daughter being harassed, was furious. He stepped in front of Jennifer, pointing angrily at the thugs. "I don't care who you are, this is my private room. Get out now."
Kael, standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine, knowing things were about to get ugly.
Sure enough, the thugs' faces twisted with rage at Dennis's words. "What did you say? Say it again, and I'll end you right here," one of them snarled, his voice dripping with menace. Dennis, feeling the intense threat, immediately backed down and kept his mouth shut
Kael quickly chimed in to smooth things over, "Quillon, don't be mad. He's an old classmate and doesn't know who you are. Please, let it slide. I'll give you a 20% discount on tonight's bill. Just cut us some slack. And..."
But Quillon cut him off rudely, "Why should I give a damn about you? Who do you think you are?"
Kael's smile froze instantly. Quillon pointed at him and spat, "You trying to stick your nose in my business?"
Quillon's eyes narrowed, full of threats. Kael, clearly terrified, shook his head and waved his hands frantically, "No, Quillon, don't get me wrong. We're just casual friends, no meddling here."
"Smart move. Now scram," Quillon sneered.
Kael sighed, not daring to cross Quillon, and stepped aside. Dennis, seeing this, started to panic and felt a wave of regret wash over him.
"You got some nerve, kicking me out. Looks like you got a death wish," Quillon said coldly. "Find out everything about this guy. I want him out of Lindwood City. Talking to me like that? He's asking for it."
One of Quillon's goons immediately started making calls. In less than two minutes, they had all of Dennis's info—name, age, job, even his address.
Dennis was terrified. He quickly started apologizing, "Quillon, I'm sorry, really sorry. Please, don't take it personally. If you want the room, we'll leave right now."
Dennis's words were humble, bowing deeply, feeling utterly humiliated. Losing face in front of Leopold was a bitter pill to swallow, especially after all his boasting. Now, he felt deeply ashamed.
He suddenly missed James. If James were here, this wouldn't be happening. Leopold and Eirian also felt bad. They whispered to Dorian, "Dorian, didn't you say you know a lot of people? Help Dennis out, make a call, and get Kieran from last time."
Dorian smiled bitterly, "Dad, Mom, you don't understand. That Kieran from last time is way up there. I don't have his number."
"Then what do we do?" Eirian became anxious, "James has helped us twice. We can't just watch Dennis get bullied."
Quillon smirked, "What, realizing your mistake now? A loser like you dares to mess with me? You should know who I am. Even Kieran has to show me respect."
Hearing this, Dorian, who was about to mention Kieran's name, clammed up instantly.
What no one in the room knew was that as Quillon was boasting, a man passing by the door overheard. He frowned, glanced around, and hurried to another private room. He opened the door to reveal a dozen strong men, with Kieran sitting at the head.