Chapter 112: Trouble Grows

"I fely you were still young and needed more experience, to grow with time. But seeing now, it's no longer necessary," Rob stroked his beard, a content smile on his face: "I've decided. Once we're back, I'll promote you to the position of General Manager."

"Better thank him now," Simone said, elated, quickly beckoning Fabio, while smugly glancing at Henry and Mark. "My son could easily have you dancing in the palm of his hand. What makes you think you can contend with the Miller family?"

After Mark threw the punch, he immediately regretted it, his face an ashen hue, he stood frozen in place.

This was a big problem. Even if he was invited, causing trouble on someone else's turf, hitting someone - the best outcome would be getting thrown out.

"Henry, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble again," Mark said guiltily.

He knew Henry worked here as a waiter, but it was likely that because of him, Henry would be fired.

"If you find yourself jobless, come to me, I'll help you make money. Rest assured, the million dollars is yours, I'm just managing it for you."

After leaving the Miller family, he felt he had some talent for business.

"Already thinking about what's next?" Rob sneered. "Makes sense, your status is too low to be aware of Multi Diner's hidden rules. Without the restaurant's tacit approval, anyone who starts a fight here, no matter the reason, gets off lightly if crippled; at worst, they end up bankrupt or dead! You'd better think about where to hide."

"Grandfather, that's where you're wrong," Fabio said with a laugh. "Where he wants to hide also depends on whether there's anyone willing to bury him."

Rob stroked his beard, chuckling, "You're right."

"You are all outrageous!" Mark ground his teeth in hatred, but he didn't dare to make another move.

"If you want to fight, then fight. What are you afraid of?" Henry sighed and walked over; to the shock of the three men, he quickly struck out three slaps.

Rob, Simone, and Fabio nearly flew up and landed at the same time.

Simone and Fabio, after hitting the ground, simultaneously let out a gasp and spewed fresh blood, along with several teeth.

Rob, on the other hand, was clutching his throat, struggling on the ground.

Simone, out of options, reluctantly crawled up and reached into Rob's throat; after several attempts, it was to no avail, so with a forceful push, he jammed the object further inside.

It was a shattered set of dentures...

Having swallowed the dentures, Rob finally caught his breath, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, then glaring at Henry with venomous eyes.

"Blood has been drawn! Blood has been drawn!"

"You're a dead man!"

He began frantically shouting, "You waiters, security, what are you doing? Why aren't you arresting the troublemakers?!"

The restaurant remained silent, not a soul moved.

"Do you see?" Henry said indifferently, "Mark, if you want to fight, then fight fiercely. Those couple of punches earlier, what was that?"

Fabio covered his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and cursed, "Scum, come at me, keep hitting! Let's see if you can kill me first, or if the restaurant staff will finish you off."

He assumed that the waiters and security had not intervened because they were waiting for someone with higher authority to deal with the situation.

Once that person arrived, Henry and Mark would be as good as dead.

But Henry's provocative words had incited Mark; since they'd already started this, he stopped worrying about the consequences.

He needed to vent his anger towards the Miller family.

Suddenly charging forward, he aimed a violent kick at Fabio's head, "That's for causing trouble for me with thugs!"

If James hadn't been causing problems, his shop wouldn't be in such bad shape. Were it improving even slightly, his wife's family might not look down on him.

Fabio's head smashed heavily against the floor, and Mark, not wanting to stop, kicked him again in the face.

Fabio's consciousness was starting to blur, but he still lashed out, grabbing Mark's ankle, trying to throw him off balance.

"Fabio, don't fight back!" Simone yelled urgently, a malicious look in her eyes, "Fighting back makes it a brawl! Let's endure this for now. When the restaurant management arrives, they won't get out of here alive!"

"Don't fight back!" Even with rage boiling inside him, Fabio knew his father was right. He curled up as much as he could, trying to avoid Mark's relentless stomping.

"You want us dead? I'll kill you first!" Mark was becoming unhinged. If death was inevitable, he would unleash all the humiliations he'd suffered in the past, exchanging his life with that of the Miller family's.

He moved over to Simone and continued his barrage of stomps.

While Simone was screaming, she was still loudly taunting, "Haha, you're dead, you're done for!"

A smirk played on Henry's lips as he glanced at the time, feeling it was about enough.

Time to go upstairs for a meal.

"Call Nicholas over."

He instructed the waiter behind him.

The waiter hurried off immediately.

It wasn't long before Nicholas emerged from the inner area.

"Is that…..Mr. Nicholas?!" Rob, who had been worried that Mark would come for him next, suddenly noticed the figure in the distance and was thrilled.

He finally understood why the four great families never dared to cause trouble here.

The owner of the restaurant was Nicholas of the Russo family!

"Sir, there are people causing trouble on your turf!" he called out urgently.

Hearing his shout, Mark also stopped. Upon seeing Nicholas, a sense of despair washed over him.

He mercilessly stomped on Simone's already bloodied face once more before returning to Henry and Miranda's side with a bitter smile.

"The Russo family's after us; we're really done for this time." Mark hugged his wife and then turned to Henry. "Henry, I'm sorry. If I get another chance in the next life, I'll definitely make it up to you. I can't repay you in this one; I'm truly sorry."

He spread his arms wide, hoping for a final embrace with his once good friend before meeting his end.

Henry stepped back.

Stunned, Mark said dumbly, "So you won't forgive me, even in death."

"There's plenty of time left. There's no rush to make amends."

Henry's voice was indifferent as he gestured toward Nicholas, "Come here, get Mark a change of shoes first. His are covered in dirty blood, and I'm worried Isabella will be afraid. Also, tidy up these three from the Miller family, so they don't look too disgraceful."

He looked at the shocked expressions of the three Millers and said with a smile, "After all, they are respectable people, right?"

"Have you lost your mind?" Fabio's voice trembled as he stood up, "That's Nicholas! He's not a waiter! And you, you low-grade stray, you don't even know who Nicholas is, haha."

Fabio burst into insane laughter.

From afar, Nicholas ran up and bowed respectfully in front of Henry.

"Yes, Mr. Miller."