Noble Husband At the Door (Antonio) novel Chapter 72

"Please don’t make an unnecessary fuss here, Miss. Take a look here. We don't have a place for you now. If you want to eat here, then wait. If you don't want to wait, you can leave. We won't miss one customer," the cashier said snobbishly.

Yvonne was so angry she wanted to punch somebody. What sh*tty logic was that? They were not going to provide proper service just because they had a lot of customers? Besides, they should be adhering to their reservation policies when someone actually made a reservation.

The cherry on top was that she said that Yvonne was making an unnecessary fuss even though she was merely standing up for her right!

"I'm not leaving. What are you going to do? Manhandle me?" Yvonne said, parking her hands at her hips.

Samuel could not help but chuckle at the sight. She really could not think of a more...convincing method, could she? Persisting on staying was something a kid would do.

"There's an unruly person here, security," the cashier said into her walkie-talkie. She wanted to throw Yvonne out without mercy.

Three security guards quickly arrived. The ruckus around the cashier attracted the attention of a lot of

customers, who all tuned in as though they were watching an evening soap.

The manager on duty strode over at this moment, wearing a poised and dignified air. "What's going on?" he asked the cashier.

"This person is creating a fuss over nothing, sir. I called the guards to throw them out," she replied.

The figure in charge had finally made an appearance." I booked a table for two for 5.30pm," Yvonne said in a righteous tone, "but why do I not have a table when I arrive?"

The manager checked his watch. "My apologies, but it’s already past the booking time," he said. "Don't you know that time waits for no one?"

Yvonne practically steamed from fury at the manager's words. It had certainly not been 5.30pm when she arrived.

"I came here at 5.25pm. It wasn't 5.30pm then, but you gave our table to someone else," Yvonne argued, trying to fight for her right.

"What nonsense are you talking about you? I'll tell the guards not to hold back if you continue to create a ruckus," the manager said impatiently. The Grand Hyatt never lacked customers. They would not lose business by chasing one or two out.

The security guards pressed forward. Samuel stepped i n front of Yvonne. "Are you saying that we are causing a ruckus?” he said coldly.

Was this the same Samuel who had not complained a lick throughout the three years he was with the Sues? He never raised his voice, let alone his fists—and he was actually such a skilled fighter!

Harvey had even beaten Samuel before. If Samuel had retaliated then, her cousin would probably end up just like-if not worse than-those guards.

The manager never expected Samuel to be such a skilled combatant. These security guards were not regular men-the boss spent big bucks to hire them to prevent such incidents from erupting in the Grand Hyatt. Yet the young man before him had defeated all of them so easily.

"Young man, I'm warning you. It’s not going to end well if you cause a stir in the Grand Hyatt," the manager said, teeth clenched.

"Get your boss here," Samuel told the manager in a commanding tone.

The whole reason why the manager wanted to get the young man out as soon as possible was so that his boss would not hear of it. His temper spiked when he heard such a demand from Samuel.

"All right then. Since you're up for it, TH make you crawl out of here today." The manager took the phone and was about to call the boss.

Just then, a carefree voice rang out, "What's going on?"