Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311: What Are The Odds?

(Author’s POV)

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, HENRY! ... Didn’t I warn you beforehand? But what the hell did you do, huhh?" Mark poked a sharp finger at Henry’s chest repeatedly. "Instead of listening to my words, you straightaway disrespected the owner’s guests. God dammit, you fucker~ you fool. Do you even understand what you have ruined? Amy Garcia~ .... she is never going to forgive either of us for what happened today."

"But I didn’t know those two were with her. You will also agree, Uncle~ ..... they clearly didn’t look the part. Their clothes were too shabby~ .... I was just~ ... " He was still trying to uphold his discriminatory stance on the matter, but Mark struck him hard, across the face.

A crisp slap mark was imprinted on his left cheek as the manager roared, "ENOUGH! ... Enough already. Just because you are my nephew, I helped you get this job despite you not making the cut in any way. But now~ ...... water has well passed the safety net. I can’t vouch for your mistakes anymore. It is costing me my everything. So, you will have to listen to me. And not just listen~ ... but act accordingly as well." He was furious at this stupid nephew of his.

Dion, who was listening very keenly, raised his eyebrows at the mention of the famous ’Amy Garcia’.

After all, one of his prestigious works was bought in an auction by her husband, Sebastian Garcia, which he later gifted to Amy, who was supposed to be a huge fan of ’dev-ine’, his alias. He got curious and wanted to meet his diehard fan.

Meanwhile, the manager continued, "Come with me to ’the Haute Fork’ and beg Mrs. Garcia and those two girls for their forgiveness. Even if you have to kneel or grovel at their feet, just do it. Do everything they ask for to salvage the situation. Now~ come."

The Haute Fork was the restaurant Amy had taken Myra and Wendy to after the earlier fiasco. The manager had somehow retrieved this information and wanted to do everything in his power to keep his job intact.

Henry and Jack, the two security personnel, were dragged by the manager.

Although Dion was hungry, Amy Garcia’s identity piqued his interest much more right now. He had heard Amy’s name more than once in the past twenty four hours, but not once was he able to meet her in person. So, now was his chance. So, he followed them discreetly. Plus, he wanted to see the drama unfold as well.

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"Ma’am, can I take your order?" the waiting staff asked with a professional tone.

"What do you both like, Myra~ ...... Wendy~?" Amy asked while sliding the menu towards them.

Myra, without looking at the menu card, said, her tone remained courteous, "A regular club sandwich, please."

Amy narrowed her eyes as she shook her head, "Just a sandwich? Ohhoo~ .... That won’t do at all. You were already feeling dizzy because of your car sickness. And a sandwich~ .... it isn’t even a proper meal. It’s lunch time. Why don’t you look at the menu and see whether there is anything to your liking?" she insisted.

Although Myra was hungry, she didn’t want to impose on Amy more than she already had. She muttered politely, "I just want to have something light."

Listening to her reasoning, Amy didn’t push her any further, but she added, "If you do feel hungry, order right away, okay?"

Myra nodded in understanding. Amy then shifted to Wendy, who had, more or less, the same reply, "Anything would do. I am not very particular."

"You too~ ... ahh~ okay. I will order for you then, hmm," Amy hummed. She then opened the menu and leisurely started ordering dish after dish.

When Myra and Wendy heard her long, never ending list of orders, their mouths were left agape. Amy must have listed around twenty different courses, if not more. Some of the cuisine’s names they were hearing for the very first time. Needless to say, they both were flabbergasted.

Wendy got a little flustered and said, "Mrs. Garcia, you don’t have to add so many dishes." She pointed out. "It will be too much to finish."

"You said anything would do~ ...... now don’t back out, ahh~," was Amy’s reply.

Wendy didn’t know how to answer that. The waiter noted and asked, "Anything else, ma’am?"

"Uhh~ .... yes. Don’t add sesame to any of the dishes, please," Amy instructed. The waiting staff nodded, said, "Your dishes will be served soon," and went about their business.

"Are you allergic to sesame as well?" Wendy asked. Amy was about to reply, but Wendy added, "My sis is allergic to sesame as well."

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