Chapter 315 Is She Going to Die at William's Hands?
"Who was that person just now?"
In the courtyard corridor, a man in a suit watched the two figures disappear around the corner at the doorway, looking somewhat puzzled.
The waiter glanced in the direction he was looking and said apologetically, "Sorry, sir, I don't know."
"Go find out," the man ordered coldly.
The waiter looked uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, sir, but we absolutely respect our guests' privacy here. What you're asking goes against our rules."
The man's expression darkened. "Rules?"
"What rules apply to me? Get your boss over here."
"This..."
"What?" The man lost his patience.
His sharp glance instantly deflated the waiter. "I'll handle it."
The waiter didn't dare delay. Early this morning, the boss had called him over, saying he needed to serve an important guest. This VIP came from one of Regal City's top wealthy families, and if the service wasn't good, there'd definitely be trouble.
The boss kept praising him, saying he was mature and reliable, an old employee, which is why he was given this honor. But now it seemed - what honor?
This was a life-threatening situation.
This man was not easy to serve. One look and you could tell he was full of hostility, stubborn, and never considering others.
Never caring whether us little people had it tough or not.
After showing the guest to his private room, the waiter went to the boss's office and told him what happened.
The boss's face darkened. Everyone who came here knew the rules. They served plenty of people daily whose business couldn't be discussed publicly. To reveal it would break the rules. This person was clearly new here and completely disregarding everything.
Though angry inside, thinking about the guest being from Regal City, his temper cooled considerably.
"Who's in the private room?"
"It's Mr. Brown."
"Which Mr. Brown?"
"Mr. Brown and Ms. Smith from the Celestia Group."
"Also Mr. Wilson and Mr. Jackson."
The boss's face darkened. Both sides were people he couldn't afford to offend. Offending William meant he couldn't survive in Emerald City; offending the one from Regal City might mean his restaurant couldn't stay open.
Neither option was good.
"Stall him for now, I'll go check on Mr. Brown's side." The boss put down the beads in his hand on the desk and headed toward William's private room.
In the private room, Thalia was struggling with her crab, and when she heard someone at the door say the boss had arrived, she blinked curiously toward the entrance.
"Mr. Brown, a guest in another private room is asking about you. We don't know what to do."
Hearing this, Angelina almost laughed. "Your place's rule is not to reveal guest privacy. For the boss to personally come tell us this, can I understand that you can't afford to offend them, but aren't familiar with them either? So you came to us hoping we'd compromise?"
The boss, having his intentions exposed so bluntly by Angelina, felt somewhat embarrassed. After struggling internally, he finally nodded shamefully. "Ms. Jolie, you see right through it."
"So what do you want us to do?"
Instead of answering directly, the boss handed William his phone, showing a profile of a man in his early thirties. When William saw it, his eyes tightened.
Thalia caught this emotion and put down her crab, pulling out a napkin to wipe her hands.
"Who else is in his room?"
"There's also a highly respected elderly person from the city. Mr. Brown knows him too - the chief architect of Emerald City Tower."
Truly a highly respected figure.
William was silent for a moment, not planning to do the boss this favor. "The choice is in your hands."
"But..."
William handed Thalia the crab meat he'd picked out, his tone lazy. "But what? We've only had a few meals together. You don't think our relationship is close enough for this, do you?"
The boss's back went cold. Knowing William's methods, he didn't dare say more.
The meal ended unpleasantly.
When leaving, the boss wanted to comp the bill, but Nicholas brushed him off with a few words.
The group left the courtyard.
"Get in the car first, I need to talk to Angelina for a moment."
Thalia obediently got in the car. William and Angelina stood under a camphor tree by the roadside talking about something. Through the car window, Thalia couldn't hear them.
She had just lowered her head to pull out her phone to check her scandal news.
Suddenly, a muffled bang rang out, scaring her so much she dropped her phone.
The street that had just been lit suddenly went dark, the surroundings so quiet you couldn't even hear car horns.
This kind of upscale, secluded courtyard was usually in quiet areas, far from residential and commercial districts. The surroundings were mostly similar courtyards.
When the muffled sound rang out, except for the few people standing under the tree, it didn't alert anyone.
Thalia sensed something was wrong and tried to push open the car door to see what was happening. As soon as the door cracked open, a large hand pressed it back. "Get down, don't come out."
"Are you okay?" Thalia faintly smelled blood.
William's car was bulletproof - bullets couldn't get in, but the person leaning against the car wasn't necessarily safe.
"Climb to the driver's seat and turn on the headlights."
Hearing William's words, Thalia didn't hesitate. She kicked off her high heels and was about to climb over when her pencil skirt restricted her movement.
"If I'd known, I wouldn't have dressed so ladylike," Thalia muttered as she hiked up her skirt.
She climbed to the driver's seat, started the engine, and turned on the lights.
When the high beams came on, the pitch-black street instantly lit up, startling the masked man across the way.
He raised his hand to block the light. After four or five seconds, once adjusted, he raised his hand and fired at the windshield.
The moment Thalia saw him raise his hand, cold sweat broke out on her back.
The problems her dad left behind hadn't killed her - was she going to die at William's hands now?
Bang—the bullet lodged in the windshield. Watching the man approach step by step, Thalia thought "in for a penny, in for a pound" and slammed on the gas, driving straight at him.
William, covering Angelina's injured arm, led her to hide behind another car.
"Stay hidden."
"Keep pressure on your wound."
"Daniel," the man called out. The man hiding by the tree at the corner across the street understood and tossed over car keys.
William caught the keys, hit the gas, and drove in Thalia's direction, directly hitting the man with the gun and knocking him to the ground. When he reversed to run him over, the man dodged.
Then, Thalia sharply turned the steering wheel, spun the car around, and came back to ram him again.