Chapter 32 Again In Trouble
Sarah
Shawn's lips were pressed tightly together, and his eyes held a piercing, penetrating coldness that seemed to emanate from his very bones.
I didn't notice him; rather, it was a man next to him, suddenly confused about what I'd said.
Perhaps because I'd brought reporters here, causing him trouble? Following Shawn's gaze, I was surprised to see a famous singer there too.
And indeed, I had been causing trouble. Ever since he returned to take over the family business, he'd kept a low profile, never appearing in public.
Now I'd brought reporters here, and to make matters worse.
"Hey, do you always wear a hat when you go out?" I asked
"Yes."
Singer was always brief and to the point. I felt like squeezing words out of him was like squeezing toothpaste; he wouldn't say a word without asking.
"So you're so stingy with words because you need to conserve your voice?"
"No."
No? Exactly? What's the reason?
"Sarah, who let you in here?" Shawn flushed at the sight of me. Couldn't she live a day without causing a scandal?
He stepped forward, reached me first, and pulled me along with him, preparing to leave.
I didn't have time to ask why he was also there: "Shawn, I can't go, don't drag me. Reporters are waiting outside!"
"You brought reporters, too?"
I glanced cautiously at Shawn. I suddenly remembered something and immediately glanced at Shawn, meeting his displeased gaze.
"Uh, Shawn..."
Before I could finish speaking, I saw him turn away and leave without a word.
In the car. The silence was tense.
Starting the car, Charlie saw his boss's gloomy expression in the rearview mirror.
I glanced at Shawn, sitting by the window. His eyes were as deep as the ocean.
"Shawn, thank you for just now," I plucked up the courage to thank him.
He leaned back lazily, crossing his legs, still looking out the window. His voice was quiet and distant. "It's none of your business. I just helped him decide when he was hesitant."
But as soon as I remembered his last words, I still felt a little upset. When I thanked him, he replied, "Mind your own business," as if afraid I was overthinking things.
Well, if he dislikes me so much, I should stay away from him.
In a private room near the main hall of the same restaurant, Shawn sat with his finger raised and handed a closed folder across the table: "Look at it yourself. If everything is in order, sign it."
The middle-aged man across from him laughed respectfully, taking the folder in both hands. "You're joking, sir. Of course, there's no problem. In fact, I just took over this hospital, which I heard was operating at a loss. But rest assured, sir, there are definitely no problems with the hospital. I guarantee it will turn a profit within a year. Your investment is worth it!"
Shawn looked up indifferently: "Profitability isn't my requirement."
"Rest assured, Mr. Romano, we will spare no expense in hiring the best doctors and quickly finding a kidney donor. And we will keep your identity as an investor confidential."
The middle-aged man quickly signed the contract and, seeing that Shawn was uninterested in further conversation, said goodbye very formally.
"Sir," The middle-aged man had just left when Charlie entered. "I just saw Sarah. What a coincidence, she's dining here with a friend."
Shawn was about to leave with the contract in his hand, but he froze upon hearing his words and handed it to him, "Keep this safe."
He had just left the room and, casting a quick, indifferent glance around the room, almost immediately spotted Sarah.
"Aren't you going there, sir?"
"No." Shawn turned around, about to leave.
Suddenly, several burly men with unfriendly expressions rushed out of the restaurant and headed straight for Sarah's table.
"Sarah, we've finally found you." The speaker had a rude and boorish tone.
"Who the hell are you? I don't know you," I sneered, rolling my eyes contemptuously.
Three burly men quickly surrounded the table.
The man who had just spoken laughed coldly and mockingly: "Sarah, you're pretending not to know us after the deed is done? Have you forgotten you didn't pay?"
I realized something was wrong; these people were clearly looking for trouble, and I didn't know them at all.
"Are you going to pay or not?" The man said.
The restaurant waiters, unsure what to do, exclaimed: "Who are you? If there's anything wrong, get out."
He pushed the waitress away: "Get lost, I'm here to collect a debt."
Cassie my friend, known for her fiery temper, seemed about to respond, but I immediately shot her a look, warning her not to give in to her impulsiveness.
After all, this was a high-end restaurant. If these thugs had any sense, they'd deal with them after they left the establishment. Otherwise, the restaurant security would quickly intervene, and they wouldn't stand a chance.
If they insisted on a public scandal, it could only mean they weren't there for the money, but to deliberately create even more trouble.
These people must have been hired by Linay. If I was right, there would definitely have been "witnesses" nearby who would have filmed the incident.
"Hey, this girl isn't bad," remarked a burly man with a gold chain around his neck next to me, his lustful gaze sweeping my face from to chest. "If she didn't have any money, we could have taken her. Look at her, how fresh and tender she is."
"Those who are disturbing the peace, leave immediately," commanded the restaurant security guards who arrived at the scene.
The man shouted, "What's the problem? This woman hired someone to attack and refuses to pay. I have every right to demand my debt!"
Before he finished speaking, he abruptly overturned a table, causing a loud crash, accompanied by shouts from all sides of the restaurant and curses from the trio.
"Overturn my table, you asked for it!" I couldn't stand it any longer and abruptly threw him out.
"Smelly woman, refuses to pay, and wants to fight, grab her!"