The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 94 Sexual Harassmen

Livia appeared confused for a second. She then looked at her colleague with a frown. "Are you serious,

Flora? You are tricking me, aren't you?" She didn't believe her colleague's statement.

"Trick you? Why would I do that? Livia, all I said is nothing but the truth. This young man is the same

one the boss showed respect to the other day. Do you think you would go scot-free if you offend him?"

"Oh my! Thank you so much, Flora!" Livia thanked her repeatedly and held her chest in fear and relief.

Horace had been the topic of all the employees' gossip because Raul had addressed him as Mr.

Warren.

After Riley appointed a waiter to head the service for the presidential dining room, Horace and the

others followed him.

The interior of the presidential dining room took Gladys's breath away as soon as she entered it.

"Wow! The Sea Pavilion's exterior and other parts are already so beautiful. But I didn't expect that the

presidential dining room would be this breathtaking. This is the first time in my life that I'm entering

such a luxuriously decorated room!"

"Gladys, this is one of the best restaurants in the city, and the presidential dining room is the best here.

How can it not be this beautiful? It shouldn't come as a surprise really," Susie explained to her.

Since she was three years older than Gladys, she was more knowledgeable. She had never been to

the Sea Pavilion or even the presidential dining room, but she had heard from people that this was the

best luxurious private dining room in Rinas.

After both women finished their conversation, Horace chuckled. He then handed them the tablet that

the waiter had just given him, "Here you go, ladies. Order whatever you want. Don't worry about the

price. I have gotten everything covered!"

"Oh..." Susie was surprised by the go-ahead he just gave them. She stared at the tablet for a while.

Afterward, she said, "Mr. Warren, please order whatever you want for us. We are not picky eaters.

Anything you order is fine by us!"

"No, I can't impose my taste on you. Please feel free to order. I'll tell you what? Each of us should order

our favorite dish, then I will order the specialty dishes to go with them," Horace uttered in a gentle

voice.

Meanwhile, Averi and his friends entered the Sea Pavilion. They spoke to Riley for a while. Afterward, a

waitress led them to the second floor.

Zayn's eyes caught a glimpse of the presidential dining room. Two waitresses were standing in front of

the closed door. He asked the waitress beside him in a low voice, "Why are those two standing there?

Is there anyone inside the presidential dining room today?"

"Yes!" The waitress nodded.

With a complacent smile, Zayn said to his friends, "Only about ten people can afford to use the

presidential dining room in the whole of Rinas. I have a good relationship with all of them. It seems

some of them are there now. I will take you to meet them later. You would get to meet some of the most

important persons in this city!"

"Thank you, Zayn. You are the best!" Averie and the others were excited to hear this. They weren't from

poor backgrounds, but they had never met the top big shots in the city before. It would be a great honor

to meet them today.

Their praises made Zayn's head swell. He grinned and raised his head up high.

"You all are my homies. Since you have proven to be loyal, I'll surely give you a good life by using my

connections. Let's go in and have dinner first. I'm a regular customer here. If you dine with me, the

management will give you a twenty percent discount!"

Zayn majestically strode into an ordinary private dining room with his friends in his wake. Although he

was from a rich family and loved to brag, he couldn't afford to use the presidential dining room.

Averi's mind was on his two former classmates and getting revenge on Horace for the humiliation he

went through. Thus, he called the attention of the waitress. "Miss, do you know a waitress called Laila

Tran and a waiter named Horace Warren that work here?" he asked curiously.

The waitress thought for a while and then responded respectfully, "Sir, I know a waitress called Laila

Tran, but there's no employee called Horace Warren here. Laila is not on duty today. She asked for a

one-day leave."

For hours, this waitress had been serving in some of the private rooms on the second floor. She had

been in one of the rooms when Laila came to the second floor and entered the presidential dining

room. To the best of her knowledge, her colleague was probably attending to what she took a day's

leave for.

"What? That's impossible. I just saw Laila entering this restaurant with Horace. How can you say

there's no employee like that? Now tell me, is Laila your friend? Are you lying just to cover up for her?"

Averi didn't believe a word that the waitress said. After all, he had seen them with his own eyes.

"Sir, I'm telling the truth. Honestly, I'm not trying to cover up for her. If you don't believe me, you can ask

the others!" The waitress instantly became afraid. She was telling the truth. 'Is this man going to cause

trouble for me? Why isn't he taking my word for it? Would he mobilize his friends to bully me? Oh dear

Lord, help me!'

She said a desperate prayer as she stared at Averi. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead and back

at this moment.

"You bloody liar!" Zayn shouted at the waitress before Averi could say anything. Pointing at her, he

continued, "We are not blind! We just saw Laila entering this restaurant a few minutes ago. How can

you say that she didn't come to work today? Did she come here to have a meal? Is that what you are

insinuating?"

"Mr. Duffy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. Laila indeed took the day off. I haven't set my eyes on

her today!" With confusion in her eyes, she added, "Since you said she's here now, it seems she

changed her mind and swapped shifts with someone. I'm just a waitress, Mr. Duffy. I really don't know

how the management works, nor do I know what's going on downstairs!"

"Well, you are right. You are just an ordinary waitress. How would you know what your colleagues

discuss with the management if they don't tell you? It's just that your attitude is getting on my nerves.

Come here!"

Zayn stared at the waitress sinisterly.

"Eh?" The waitress was taken aback by his command. Her blood ran cold. However, she slowly walked

to him. "Mr. Duffy, do you need me to do anything for you?"

"Shut up, don't ask me silly questions!" Zayn suddenly grabbed her thigh with his right hand and pulled

her over roughly. Thereafter, he put his hand under her skirt and touched her buttock.

He then squeezed it hard with a lustful grin.

A sharp pain shot from her buttock to her brain. She wanted to cry out, but she bit her lips hard.

'Oh my God, it hurts so much!' She groaned and frowned. It was torture. Her first two instincts were to

push him and run away. However, she didn't dare because she knew who he was. He was from a

wealthy home. Resisting him would spell doom for her. Hence, she decided to endure it even though

his touch made her sick to her stomach.

Like a devil's incarnate, Zayn was beyond pleased to see the painful expression on her face. He licked

his lips and continued to grin lustfully. Her pain made him more aroused, so he didn't hesitate to

continue squeezing her buttock ruthlessly.

It wasn't until after two long minutes that he finally let go of her.

Staring at her lustfully, he commented with an evil smirk, "Not bad. You have a smooth and elastic skin.

Your ass is something else. Now, go and call Riley for me. There's something she must know!"

"Yes, Mr. Duffy!" Hot tears had welled up in the waitress's eyes at this time. She was still a virgin and

had never been groped before. 'Boo-hoo! Why did such a thing happen to me? He squeezed my

buttock so hard as if I was an object. Why are rich kids so spoiled and wicked?' The wailing and

complaints could only be done in her heart. She didn't dare to offend Zayn. Otherwise, he would hurt

her even more. She could only bow and leave the room as quickly as possible.

The Sea Pavilion's management protected their employees from bullies and stood their ground

whenever a customer was trying to behave arrogantly just because they had money. However, rich

men like Zayn always investigated people that dared to offend them. She was afraid that he would hurt

her family just to get back at her if she reported him to the management.

Bringing harm to her aged parents and other loved ones was the last thing she wanted to do. So, she

decided to suffer in silence. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She returned to the private room with Riley in a matter of minutes.

"Mr. Duffy, you sent for me. How may I help you? Do you have any complaints about our services?"

Riley asked politely.