The Vengeful Son-in-law

Chapter 194

"Wes, arrange SVIP room for me. I want to entertain distinguished guests!" Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Before anyone could see who was talking, the voice came first, in a commanding tone, full of tyranny

and arrogance. When the voice fell, a few young people with flamboyant expressions walked in, and

the first of them was a fat man in his twenties, fat and big with white and clean ears. His face was filled

with an expression of arrogance, and he raised his head so high that his eyes almost stared at the sky.

When Wes saw the fat man, his face immediately changed, and some irritation and fear flashed across

his face. He obviously hated the fat man, but he didn't dare to show it.

"Zion?" When Tom saw the fat man, he frowned slightly and recognized him.

Wes quickly glanced at Tom and said in a low voice, "Second Young Master, you'd better avoid him

now. Zion is now the big shot in front of the Eldest Young Master. It's not wise to offend him now."

Owen was the Eldest Young Master, and Zion was Owen's cousin. Before Tom was expelled from the

Howards, a guy like Zion would not dare to make a scene in front of Tom.

But things were different now. Tom had been expelled from the Howards, so Zion would not be afraid of

Tom. Besides, he had Owen to back him up.

Wes was loyal to grandpa Anderson, and he was still on Tom's side. So he kindly asked Tom to avoid

him.

But would Tom avoid him? It was obviously impossible. He went back to the Howards to declare war on

Owen. How could he be afraid of a little Zion? In other words, if he couldn't even handle Zion, then he

wouldn't be worthy to go against Owen.

"It's okay. Since I chose to come back, there's no reason to avoid him." Tom smiled faintly.

Wes moved his mouth and wanted to say something else, but Zion and his followers had already come

forward. "Quickly, arrange SVIP room for me."

Zion was not tall, less than 1.7 meters tall, fat, like a ball, and a head shorter than Tom. Because Tom

kept it low-key now, and he was dressed very ordinary, completely different from his previous image,

Zion did not recognize Tom for a moment. He only glanced at Tom faintly and then moved his eyes

away. He thought that Tom was a waiter or something, so he didn't pay attention to him at all.

Wes said awkwardly, "Young master Tang, SVIP room has been booked. Why don't I arrange Number

Two Private Room for you?"

Number Two Private Room was only second to SVIP room, and it was not available to ordinary

members. There was almost everything that one expects to find in it, and it could satisfy many'

excessive'requirements, but it was still different from SVIP room. For example, in the Number Two

Private Room, only second-tier celebrities could be invited to sing, only some cheaper food than SVIP

room was served, and so on...

Generally speaking, Number Two Private Room was enough to satisfy most people's needs. However,

for Zion, even if it was just a small difference, he could not be satisfied. This time he brought his friends

to Wind Pavilion, he came here specially to flaunt it. How could he be satisfied with Number Two

Private Room?

So he immediately frowned and said, "Are you kidding me? SVIP room is the highest level of treatment

in Wind Pavilion, only for the most top guests. No big shots have come recently, and my cousin hasn't

come. You fucking said it was booked?"

He pointed at Wes's nose and scolded, arrogant and domineering. His saliva splashed on Wes's face,

not caring about Wes's feelings at all. After all, Wes was also a senior executive in Wind Pavilion. He

had been running Wind Pavilion all these years, and he had some influence in this circle. Many

prominent figures would be polite to him. Now that Zion, a relative of the Howards, was pointing at him

like this and didn't show him any respect when he spoke, Wes's face dropped no matter how good-

tempered he was.

"Young Master Tang, believe it or not, SVIP room is indeed booked by a guest. If you want SVIP room,

you can only make an appointment in advance after today." Wes tried his best to suppress his

displeasure and said politely to Zion.

However, Zion did not care about what he said at all and spoke even more rudely. He pointed his finger

directly at Wes's nose and said aggressively, "You fool! Am I here to discuss with you? I'm here to order

you! I want SVIP room today. You must arrange it for me, or I won't go easy on you!"

Then he added disdainfully, "You are just a dog of the Howards. They let you be the Wind Pavilion

manager and you really think of yourself as someone important, don't you?"

Tom gritted his teeth in an instant. He was so angry that he almost lost control. This Zion was simply

pushing it too far.

Everyone could get angry, and he already disliked Zion. For the past two years, Zion had relied on

Owen to support him and often came over to eat and drink, without paying a penny. He had bullied

some waitresses in Wind Pavilion a few times before and did something terrible. Wes endured him.

Now that he had insulted him like this, he lost his temper and said coldly, "Young Master Tang, believe

it or not, SVIP room was indeed booked by a distinguished guest. Moreover, this distinguished guest is

no one to be trifled with, and we can't afford to offend him. I advise you to keep a low profile."

However, Wes's words directly provoked Zion. Ever since he had Owen's support, he had been

tyrannical and overbearing in H City and Phoenix . He did not take Wes seriously at all. He slapped

Wes in the face and shouted, "Fuck! Wes, who the fuck do you think you are? You're just a dog of the

Howards. How dare you fucking speak to me like that?"

This slap made the corner of Wes's mouth bleed and his glasses fell to the ground.

Tom's face immediately darkened.

Wes was just a businessman. Although his surname was Howard, he was not a member of the

Howards. He was just a child that grandpa Anderson picked up back then. Wes was named by grandpa

Anderson. Now he was slapped by Zion, in a way that he had never been humiliated before!

"Zion, you!" Wes covered his face and was extremely embarrassed and angry. He wanted to fight with

Zion, but when he saw Zion's cold eyes, he stopped again. It was not that he was afraid of death, but

that he immediately thought that if he really dared to fight against Zion, then he would definitely be the

one who suffers!

Perhaps, Zion came to Wind Pavilion to make a scene this time because he was instructed by Owen.

So he could find a reason to provoke Wes and let Wes and Zion clash, then Owen could intervene and

take back Wind Pavilion.

So in the midst of the critical moment, he understood this. He had to bear it, no matter how much it

would take.

He glanced at Tom and saw the anger in Tom's eyes. He gently shook his head, signaling Tom not to

act rashly.

And Tom saw the humiliation in his eyes...

"Why, do you still dare to hit me? Come on, hit me if you have the guts. Try hitting me?" Zion purposely

put his face in front of Wes. He looked as arrogant as he could get.

Taking a deep breath, Wes clenched his fists, swallowed the breath, and said, "Young Master Tang,

SVIP room is indeed reserved by a distinguished guest. Now that the distinguished guest is inside, I

can't arrange it for you now."

Seeing that Wes didn't seem to be joking, Zion frowned and said, "Who's the one that had booked

SVIP room? Tell me!"