Married by Accident, Taming the Billionaire novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 What the Trash Sister Wants? She Must Have It!

The more Harry thought about it, the angrier and more reluctant he was.

He was so pissed off!

All the efforts he had put into this project went in vain in the end.

He looked at the dishes and wine on the table and, out of anger, grabbed the bottle of Lafite and gulped down half of it.

Then, he even flipped the entire table.

Crashes...

Bowls and plates dropped, and the porcelain all shattered into shards.

A table of feast turned into a huge mess, reflecting his terrible mood.

The crash noises were so harsh customers in other booths could instantly hear them. Cecelia sneered in her mind hearing them.

You son of bitch, Harry Copper.

I'll ruin any project you try to accomplish.

Swallow that taste of failure! Douchebag!

Harry smashing the booth drew in the staff of the restaurant. They came in to stop him and asked him to pay for the damaged objects.

"I'll pay for your mom's funeral! My project's gone up the spout! Up the spout!"

The wine started to kick in and take control of his body, making him stumble.

"Mr. Copper, you deliberately trash objects in our booth. You ought to pay for them. Plus the feasts and wine, it's 220,250 in total."

"We can erase 250 for you. After that, you need to pay us 220K!"

The dishes were not expensive compared to the wine, but if adding the devices, table, chairs, and ceiling lamp in the booth, he surely should pay a quite lot.

Harry glared when told to pay 220,000 and yelled, "220K? Did I hear it right? You want me to pay 220K? Why don't you just rob a fucking bank? What can you do to me if I insist on not paying?"

"Mr. Copper, if you insist, then we can only call the police," one of the staff answered.

"Fine, you have balls. Try and call the police! Even If they come, I won't pay!"

Alcohol took away Harry's sanity and reason.

Therefore, the staff did call the police and left Harry to the cops.

In another booth, where the three persons were having a great time. Cecelia didn't drink booze, and neither did Shepard, for he needed to drive afterward.

"Shepard, Cece, Let's go karaoke! I want to go to karaoke with Cece! We haven't sung together since forever!"

It'd been a long time since the last time Ariella saw Cecelia, which was why she was in a good mood at the minute. Having her brother as her shield, she had drunk a lot of booze and started feeling tipsy, yelling about karaoke.

Shepard helped her go out, and as the three walked out of their booth, they saw policemen dragging Harry out of a luxury booth.

Pretty wasted, Harry was still muttering something.

Cecelia was so glad to witness this scene, and she believed someone would teach him how to be polite when he was sober.

They left the restaurant and got back in Shepard's car to go to the next stop---Grande Club.

Remington had been waiting long enough for him to take a nap, until Fredric Ingerwood woke him up, "Young Master Remi! Miss Linsey has finished her dinner. They took the car and left!"

"Go!"

Remington urged, and the RV continued following.

Not for too long, Fredric reported again, "Young Master Remi, they're going to Grande Club. Are we following or not?"

Grande Club was the highest-end private club in the Center City, only available for VIPs. It was a combination of multiple entertainments, such as pubs, karaoke, snooker, and fun town.

Rupert Jackbone, Remington's best buddy, was the boss of the club from the public perspective, but few knew that Remington had invested in the organization and that he was a shareholder.

"I need to follow them? I'm meeting Rupert!"

That made enough reason for him to follow them.

"Affirmative!"