Chapter 722


    At the studio, Henry made a scene and refused to cooperate on the promotion campaign’s photoshoot.


    His real agenda for staying was to put Daniel and Hannah in a tight spot and embarrass them.


    He wanted to teach them a lesson - refusing to let him marry Lacey was the biggest mistake of their


    lives.


    It was not because he wasn’t a good match for Lacey, but because she wasn’t good enough for him.


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    The townspeople were outraged and were not about to take it lying down.


    Henry had left a terrible impression on them.


    This was the typical behavior of a snob. Being rich did not give him the right to act all smug and cocky


    and to belittle others.


    But s, his wealth and status were enough to make another swallow their pride as they ate their food.


    Hence, no one dared to stand up to him.


    Meanwhile, Daniel and Hannah sat down uneasily at a corner of the room.


    They knew from Henry’s expression that he was gunning for them.


    But for the sake of their daughter’s business, they had to endure it.


    When everyone was seated, Henry headed to the dining car and asked the head chef, “We have 13


    tables of customers here. Do you have enough food for all of us?”


    The head chef replied anxiously, “Yes... Yes, there is sufficient food.”


    Henry Jones shook his head instead and insisted, “No, you do not. Listen to what I am telling you - You


    have prepared only twelve portions of food, and youck one dish.”


    “Do you see that old couple sitting by the Southwest corner? You will not serve them any food.”


    The chef immediately understood Henry’s intentions. He was out to torment the old couple.


    Though the chef was unwilling, he could only follow orders as he was under Henry’s employment.


    Shortly after, the waiters started to serve the food.


    Every table was served with four appetizers, eight main courses, and two soups. It was an extravagant


    event.


    In stark contrast, the table which Daniel and Hannah sat on was empty. Not even their cutlery were put


    out.


    Both of them were distressed and in a dilemma as to what to do. It was awkward to state the obvious,


    yet keeping silent was not the solution.


    Right then, Henry quickly reacted and made a false remark, “Chef, what is going on here? Why is there


    no food for Uncle Daniel and Aunt Hannah?”


    The chef replied hurriedly, “I am sorry, Mr. Jones. We followed your instructions and prepared enough


    food for twelve tables only.”


    Henry then eximed, “Oh dear, this is all my fault. I was not expecting two uninvited, freeloading


    guests.”


    Upon hearing that, Hannah was fuming mad. Her blood boiled with anger.


    What does he mean, freeloaders! Excuse me, but we are not beggars!


    Daniel held her hand and patted it gently. He then whispered, “Bear with it for the greater good. We are


    doing this is for Lacey.”


    Hannah eventually calmed down and kept her cool.


    However, one of the neighbors did not like what had happened and offered them a seat. “Old Hinton,


    come over here and sit with us. There’s plenty of room here.”


    Henry immediately stood up and protested, “That is uneptable. If people knew that I, Henry Jones,


    made ten of my guests jostle for space on 1 table, that would ruin my reputation!”


    Daniel in turn replied, “In that case, we will not trouble you further. We’ll head home and grab a meal of


    our own.”


    “Certainly not,” Henry declined yet again. “Lacey and I are partners, so it would not be right for me to


    not include you both in the meal. What if Lacey found out and reprimanded me?”


    In the end, it was Mrs. Jones who stood up and said, “Daniel, aren’t you both in a rush to get to work?


    How about I have the chef prepare some pasta for you both? It is quick and convenient and won’t take


    up too much of your time.”


    Daniel nodded and agreed, “Yes, that would be fine.”


    Following that, Henry waved to the chef and instructed him, “Chef, two servings of pasta, please.”


    Hannah stared in disbelief as she stared at Henry. A strong feeling of hostility filled her gut as she


    muttered, “What a piece of work.”


    Beside her, Danielforted her repeatedly, “Let it go, my dear. Don’t let their antics get to you.”


    “Let’s finish up the meal and go.”


    When the pasta was almost done, Henry Jones went back into the dining car. He grabbed a fistful of


    salt and dumped it onto the te.


    “It is going to take a lot more than that to eat at my table, you old fool,” he said to himself.