Chapter 60 This Meal Won’t Be Happening
Josiah’s hand froze in mid-air for a moment before retracting it weakly. “I just wanted to check if you were injured or not.”
“I’m fine,” Lysander said. “You go check on Lysanne 1 have friends coming.”
Daphne and Adrian arrived as they spoke.
Daphne went to support Lysander. She first ensured there was no blood on the ground, then felt a bit relieved.
She examined Lysander. “Are you injured anywhere?”
Lysander shook her head, “Daphne, it looks like this meal won’t be happening.”
“If we can’t eat, then we won’t. I should have listened to you today and not come to this mess; then, we wouldn’t have encountered this unpleasant situation.”
“Min.”
“Can you still walk?”
“It will be a bit difficult.”
Upon hearing this, Adrian immediately squatted down to check her legs.
She was wearing an ankle-length dress, which tightly covered her legs, making it impossible to see the extent of the injury.
Adrian apologized softly, then reached out and gently lifted her skirt.
“Don’t.” Lysander stopped him. “Let’s go first. Don’t block the way here and cause inconvenience to traffic.”
Adrian stood up, looked deeply at her, then picked her up horizontally before striding back to the sidewalk with Daphne following closely behind, jogging to catch up.
Josiah saw that Adrian, who had returned to the sidewalk, did not intend to put down Lysander. Instead, Adrian whispered something to Daphne.
Daphne nodded slightly, then quickly ran toward the parking lot and soon returned in her big red car.
He carefully placed Lysander into the back seat, then opened the car door and sat down himself.
The red car quickly left the scene.
“Hello, Sir.” A girl in a waitress’ uniform ran over. “Your wife asked me to come and get you. She said. her stomach hurts.”
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She held her stomach while holding a cup of water. She showed no signs of pain.
When he looked back at the road, the red car had already disappeared from view.
“Sir, what about our compensation?”
Ook out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him. “This is my business card. You
repair the car first and send the bill directly to this address. I will take care of it.”
Upon seeing his attitude, the driver looked at the business card. “President of Guerra Group?!”
“Mm.”
“No wonder you’re surrounded by women. Turns out you’re rich.”
Another driver suddenly exclaimed, “Wait. I seem to remember there was a report about a person who drove drunk and killed a traffic police officer a few days ago in the news. It seems to be the president of Guerra Group…”
“That person should be serving time in prison! How did he get out?”
“Privileged class. You know…
“This is not acceptable. I need to take a picture and expose this to the media.”
The situation became more chaotic and a complete mess.
Josiah hastily dealt with it, promising to cover all the repair costs and a portion of the “hush money” before finally convincing the drivers to leave.
Traffic resumed its normal flow.
Some people returned to the restaurant to continue their meal.
Those holding number tags continued to wait in line for a table.
The waitstaff remained busy except for those taking care of Lysander.
As Josiah dragged his weary body over, he overheard a few waitstaff pleading with a sobbing tone.
“Please, Madam. Can I set up an extra table for you right now?”
“Yes. Yes. The most luxurious round table, and we’ll clear out the private room upstairs for you.”
“Feel free to order. Your meal is on the house today.”
“In the future, you will be seated promptly without having to wait in line whenever you visit, and we will always reserve a private room for you. Does that sound good to you?”
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