"I'm sorry, sir, but the entire place has been reserved, for an even higher amount," the manager of Londonderry said, voice tight with nerves. "We don't want any inconvenience for our distinguished guests, so we'll have to ask you to leave."
Fred's jaw dropped. "What? This is absurd! What kind of embarrassment is this?"
"We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience, sir," the manager said again, bowing slightly.
"Sorry?" Fred barked, slamming his hand on the table. "How much were you offered? I'll double it. No triple. You dare not humiliate me like this. Do you even know who I am?"
His voice echoed through the room, loud enough to turn heads that weren't even there.
I understood his anger. Fred is an egoistic bastard. He valued his reputation far more than anything in life. But in a real sense, who the hell treats a billionaire like this?
That person must be as rich as hell. The only person I know who can match Fred Orchard was Clayton Grey and why would he be here?
