Riches in Disguise novel Chapter 341

I glanced over at the noisy person, who wore glasses and appeared polite. But when he shouted, it was like a fierce beast. No one dared to approach him.

The waitress before him lowered her head, not daring to say a single word. Tears kept falling onto the floor.

The boss seemed to be siding with the customer. "Jane, you must have misheard. You offended the guest, and now you need to take responsibility. The customer is demanding 500 dollars in compensation. Hurry up and give it to him."

The waitress, who felt aggrieved, raised her head. "But he clearly said it wanted the spice level to be mild."

"You're talking nonsense!"

This had nothing to do with me, and I was just planning to watch and order food. But when I heard the waitress' voice, I suddenly lost my calm. I walked up to her and pulled her aside. To my surprise, it was Jane.

"W-What are you doing here?"

She was equally shocked to see me. "Will?"

I looked at her pale face and was speechless.

When she left the hospital, I had given her living expenses and arranged for her to stay at Imperia Manor. She wouldn't lack money until she graduated from university. So why was she working here? Could she have spent all the money I gave her?

She became very nervous under my scrutinizing gaze. "Will, don't misunderstand. I'm working here because I want to be independent. I don't want to keep relying on you."

"Independent? You've just recovered from your illness. If you overwork and damage your health, won't the medical bills be even higher? Besides, aren't you going to reapply to my university and study there? How can you work and study at the same time?"

Jane lowered her head, a little afraid. "I can work and study at the same time. I scored first place in the mock exam last time."

"Still, you shouldn't be working!"

To my surprise, the boss stepped forward and began supporting the troublemaker. "Brat, who do you think you are? Who permitted you to offend a valued guest in my restaurant?"

I sneered, glancing at the dishes on the table. "This plate of seafood boil is worth at most 30 dollars. Are people who eat here for 30 dollars considered valuable guests? Your restaurant is a dump."

"Whose restaurant are you calling a dump—"

"I'm talking about your restaurant." I quickly fired back, not giving him a chance to respond, "Your employee is being wronged, but you're not standing by her.

"Instead, you're colluding with the troublemaker. Your restaurant has no morals. I bet the food here isn't even made from quality ingredients. It's all probably recycled oil and rat meat."

As soon as I said this, the few tables of customers in the restaurant quietly set down their cutleries.