The beautiful woman looked at the grease-stained signboard with disgust written all over her pretty


    face.


    She was wearing a pale yellow dress, white stockings, and a pair of pure white cloth shoes.


    Her jet-ck hair hung down her waist, and her features looked delicate on her heart-shaped face.


    She frowned slightly, and it was quite a shame to see her face contorted like that.


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    “Isn’t she Walter’s grandchild, Queenie Watson?”


    “Nonsense. She’s my wife!”


    “Fuck, can you lot be any more shameless?”


    The shameless youngsters were gathered around andughing among themselves, but Queenie had


    caught them with her sharp hearing.


    She frowned and said to a bodyguard beside her, “Clear the venue…”


    The bodyguard bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment before the rest of the bodyguards behind


    him rushed into the


    restaurant.


    The customers in the restaurant were all terrified, with some having even fallen to the ground along


    with their chairs.


    Walter frowned and said, “All of you, get back here.”


    The leader of the bodyguards had already pulled out a stack of banknotes.


    They were going to clear the venue by bribing the customers with a few hundred dors instead of


    forcing them. They would only resort to force if the customers refused.


    Hearing their boss, the bodyguards withdrew.


    Queenie pouted and whined, “Grandpa… I don’t want to get too close to these dirty people. They’re


    filthy, and it sours my mood.”


    Her cloying voice aroused a few of the youngsters as they all stared at this beautiful woman through


    the periphery of their vision.


    “I told you not toe, but you insisted. You’re here now, and you’re making so many demands. Do


    you really think that the entirety of Jonford is yours?” Walter barked.


    She was his second son’s daughter. She had been spoiled since she was a child and had never


    suffered before.


    He was worried that his granddaughter would cause trouble. He had not wanted to bring her along, but


    he lost to her pestering.


    Not only that, he also harbored an idea.


    Seeing that her grandfather was a little angry, Queenie restrained herself a little and followed him


    obediently.


    Walter shook his head helplessly before looking at Brian with a smile. “I’ve made a fool of myself in


    front of you, Dr. Tanner.”


    Brian often interacted with wealthy families and was not surprised by such women.


    He did not want to get sidetracked by this either, so he said with a smile, “My grandmaster and I had a


    few drinks here yesterday. He must have liked what they served here since he decided that we would


    meet here.”


    Walter smiled and nodded. “Then I must try the food here today.”


    When Queenie heard that she was going to eat here, she immediately felt fear run through her.


    She nced sideways at the other tables.


    A few shameless young men were stuffing their mouths with red, juicy meat.


    At another table, a few old men with missing teeth were gorging onrge pieces of fatty meat.


    Oil and juices dribbled along the corners of their mouths as they chewed.


    Queenie’s face turned pale with fright as her stomach flipped. She almost vomited the milk she drank in


    the morning.


    Brian requested for the restaurant owner to vacate a table.


    The restaurant owner looked at the luxurious cars and bodyguards outside while he was wiping the


    table with a ck rag. He could not help himself from asking nervously, “Mr. Tanner, who are these


    people?”


    Brian replied with a smile, “This is Walter Watson, the richest man in Jonford…”


    Hearing this, the restaurant owner was so frightened that he identally flipped the table over after


    exerting too much. strength.


    The richest man in Jonford had actually patronized his tiny establishment?


    “We’ll have yesterday’s menu. Don’t be stingy with your good wine.”


    The restaurant owner quickly set up the table, nodded, and said, “I’ll go home and bring over the old


    wine that my great- grandfather hid in the certer.”


    Brian brought Walter to his seat.


    Queenie did not dare take a seat after she saw the worn and reflective chair.


    It was not until the owner brought a new chair over that she covered it with paper towels before finally


    sitting down.


    The table was so greasy that it reflected light. Queenie suddenly regretteding out with her


    grandfather.


    About ten minutes passed before Nash arrived. Brian hurried up to greet him, “Grandmaster…”


    Nash nodded calmly and followed Brian to where Walter was.