Bob flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it underfoot.


    Felicia immediately stepped forward. "I''ll apologize and eat with you. Just don''t make things difficult for him. He only acted to protect me. Please let him go."


    Bob snorted. "It''s toote, gorgeous. We wouldn''t be in this mess if you''d been this obedient earlier. Now, this brat has to kneel before me!"


    I couldn''t help butugh at his arrogant attitude.


    "Kneel before you? Do you even deserve it? Here''s some advice-kneel and apologize to my girlfriend, and I''ll let this slide. Otherwise, even if you grovel a hundred times today, I won''t let you off!"


    Bob''s face turned red with rage. "Damn it!"


    The thugs around him all pulled out clubs, ready to strike. Felicia turned pale as a sheet, shaking uncontrobly as tears streamed down her face.


    Before Bob could act, his phone suddenly rang.


    His arrogant demeanor vanished when he saw the caller ID. He hunched over, holding the phone with both hands, and answered reverently, "Mr. Reed! I can''t believe you''re calling me. I''ve had your number saved for three years and never dreamed that you''d actually call me!"


    At the mention of Mr. Reed, the thugs around us looked at Bob in awe.


    However, Bob''s expression grew grim as fear reced his cocky demeanor. After a long pause, he looked at me with terror.


    Finally, he stammered, "M-Mr. White, Mr. Reed asked me to hand the phone to you."


    I didn''t take the phone. I wasn''t in the mood to deal with it.


    Victor had taken too long to contact Tyler. I would have been hit with those clubs if he had been even a minuteter. Did he really expect me to take the call now?


    Seeing my refusal, Bob broke into a cold sweat. Panicking, he stammered into the phone, "M-Mr. White doesn''t want to take the call..."


    After a moment of hesitation, he put the phone on speaker.


    A deep, authoritative voice came through, saying, "Mr. White, I''m truly sorry! I didn''t know you were on my turf. If I''d known, I would have personally arranged a grand wee for you. It''s uneptable that something like this happened on my watch. Please let me make it right."


    I let out a cold snort. "Make amends? Picture your girlfriend getting harassed in a restaurant and then being cornered by a bunch of thugs. Would you just let that slide?"


    "What?" Tyler''s voice roared in shock before it turned furious. "Bob! What the hell is going on?"


    Bob flinched, almost dropping the phone. "Mr. Reed, I didn''t know! I had no idea he was Mr. White!"


    "You didn''t know? Well, now you do! Apologize to Mr. White immediately, you idiot!"


    Before Tyler even finished speaking, Bob dropped to his knees before me. "Mr. White, I am sorry. Do whatever you want to me. Just please let it go!"


    I stared at him emotionlessly. "I told you. If you apologized immediately, I might have let it slide. Now it''s toote. Tyler, you handle it."


    I took Felicia''s hand and turned to leave.


    Behind me, I could hear Tyler''s angry shout and Bob''s frantic pleas, but I didn''t care anymore. I left the restaurant with Felicia.


    Later, I heard from Victor that Bob was sent to the nightclub to clean the restrooms. He had to clean for a year before his status would be restored, or he would be out for good.


    Bob chose cleaning duty..


    After we left the restaurant, I immediately confronted Felicia. "Why aren''t you focusing on your studies? Why are you working here?"