After much thought,Andrew decided to accept the offer. His life was important,but he can only live if he eats. And no one knows what might happen to him,if he rejected it.
In this novel,the villain was the son of the president!. Not a mafia,but the president! If this were a historical novel,he would probably be royalty. In twenty seconds,he got a message.
Ding!,the money was in. The first thing Andrew thought of was food. He took a nice bath,wore clean clothes and needed to the nearest restaurant. Diamond Heart.
The restaurant was huge,it was designed like diamonds piled on top of each other, forming a heart shape. The restaurant was expensive no doubt.
But thirty thousand has to be enough to get him a full meal. There were many luxury cars parked in the parking lot. There was a diamond like gate.
Where about twenty muscular body guards stood,along with a waitress.
"Welcome to diamond heart,do you have a reservation?".
"No but I would like to reserve a table". Andrew said.
Two cars suddenly pulled up,one a taxi and the other a BMW. A couple step out from the BMW,while the taxi remained put.
"Omg,is that who I think it is?".
The lady spoke. Andrew turned and observeed her. Nearly flat chest,no curves,super arrogant. Yep it her,Irene,the original owners ex girlfriend.
She held unto the arm of a gentle man, wearing a tuxedo. John,her new boyfriend.
She giggled and walked closer to him, letting go of John's arm.
"If it isn't the gay pervert himself. Did you get bored of screwing gay whores?. And now you want to eat at a fancy restaurant".
Andrew didn't speak,just stayed quiet and balled his hands into fists. But someone else spoke for him. A loud slap echoed as the waitress hit Irene.
"Miss,we don't tolerate such behavior here. If you have a grudge go settle somewhere else. And don't you dare use such inappropriate words here again!".
Irene held her cheeks in disbelief.
"You dare hit?!,for that bastard!". She pulled out a gold card with a black diamond on it.
"I'm a black diamond member and you dare hit me!. Let me tell you something bitch!.my boyfriend knows the manger personally. You better start begging if you want to keep your job!".
Johan watched all this unfold from the taxi. He held in his hands the transfer papers. This so called manager wasn't really the manager,Yohan was now about to make him manager.
But he might have to rethink that. He sighed and got of the car.