The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 100 Incessant Problems

"I'm sorry sir. Visitors are not allowed into the presidential dining room except the diner says otherwise.

Please call your friend to inform him that you are outside," the waitress replied with a polite smile.

She was following the laid down rules of the management. The information of all the diners who came

was recorded once they arrived. If any additional person came, they had to contact the main diner first

before they would be allowed to enter. Failure to do so meant they would be denied entry.

The unfavorable response annoyed Averi. He pointed at Zayn who was lying on the floor and said,

"Open your eyes wide. That guy is the son of the CEO of the Nathan Logistics Company, Zayn Duffy.

He sent me here. Isn't that enough reason to let me in? Open the door and get out of my way this

minute!"

The waitress knew Zayn, but she also knew that Horace was the one that used the presidential dining

room. She had witnessed the scene just now. In order not to annoy Horace, she didn't allow Averi in. It

was too big a risk to take.

With the polite smile still plastered on her face, she insisted, "I'm sorry, sir. It's against the restaurant's

policy to allow another person into the presidential dining room after all the names of the diners were

recorded. You have to call your friend before you can go in."

"Fuck!" Today was a bad day for Averi. He didn't expect that he would get humiliated like this here. He

only accompanied Zayn to have a good meal, not get beaten and humiliated.

Three of his friends, including Zayn had taken on Donn, but he had defeated all of them. He had

beaten Averi black and blue. Horace even looked down on him. As if that was not enough, the waitress

denied him entry. It was a hard pill to swallow.

"Please accept my apologies, sir!" Despite Averi's curse, the waitress still smiled at him politely and

apologized. This was part of her training. She wasn't supposed to be rude to the customers even in

these kinds of situations.

It was at this moment that Horace looked in their direction and said to the waitress, "Hey, Miss, just let

him in!"

"Okay, sir!" she replied obediently.

She then opened the door of the presidential dining room and said to Averi, "This way please!"

The waitress's obedience to Horace's command was the least of Averi's worries now. He just walked in

and scanned the entire room. There was no one inside. His eyebrows furrowed immediately.

"Zayn, there is no one in here!" he shouted the next second.

A deep frown appeared on Zayn's face as soon as he heard those words. It was then his brain

processed that Horace had just asked the waitress to open the door for Averi and she did without

hesitation. Shaking his head doubtfully, he shouted, "No, it's impossible!"

From the presidential dining room, Averi thought his friend didn't believe his report. He scanned the

room and then shouted again, "Zayn, I'm serious. There's really no one here. I can see that it's empty

from where I stand!"

Zayn was too stunned to speak. His doubtful expression had changed to utter confusion at this time.

He was so confused that he didn't even hear Averi's last statement. He just continued to shout, "No, it's

impossible!"

Squinting his eyes in suspicion, he stared at Horace and asked, "Were you the one that used the

presidential dining room just now?"

"What's wrong? Do I have to report to you before and after I use it? Is this place yours?" Horace

chuckled and slapped the air indifferently.

"Your name is Horace Warren. And Raul's surname is also Warren. Wait! Does this mean you are his

illegitimate child? No wonder everyone in this restaurant is showing so much respect to you and he is

defending you instead of me. It turns out that you are his secret child!" Zayn concluded rashly as he

stared at Horace.

"Your name is Zayn Duffy, right? Take my friendly advice. Don't you dare say such a thing again. If

Uncle Raul gets wind of it, he will skin you alive. Do you understand?" Horace chuckled and added, Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Zayn, you are in his bad books now. You'd better be careful!"

Horace was the son of Randall. His father was not only the head of the Warren family of Antawood, but

also one of the top personalities in the world. It was stupid of Zayn to say that Horace was Raul's

illegitimate child. He was playing with fire!

All of a sudden, Zayn's phone rang out loud. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the screen. The

caller ID made him smile. Before now, it hadn't occurred to him to call his father.

The call was from his father, Nathan.

With great difficulty, he answered the phone and cried out loud, "Hello, Dad! I just..."

"Shut your mouth! Tell me, Zayn. Have you been up to no good again? Who did you offend this time?"

Zayn had intended to complain to his father and hear a few words of consolation from him. He didn't

expect that his father would cut him short and start questioning him angrily.

The caller ID read, 'Dad', and Zayn was sure it wasn't a wrong number. Also, the caller had his father's

voice. If it weren't for these factors, he would have thought the man on the other end wasn't his father.

With a shaky voice, he asked, "What's wrong? Dad! What happened?"

"Did you just ask me what happened? Fuck! What have you been doing? Don't you know that many

shareholders are selling out the shares of our company now? More so, our loyal customers who have

difficult orders are currently breathing down my neck and asking me to deliver their goods in crunch

time. Don't play smart with me, Zayn. What the hell did you do?"

The last sentence came out as a roar. He was no fool. It was obvious to him that someone was

messing with him and trying to destroy his company.

Nathan was currently ranked second on the list of the richest people in the city. He was revered by

many. As a result, he was certain that none of the big shots in the city would dare to harm his business.

It was possible for top guns in other cities to aim at him, but he reasoned that they wouldn't do so if

there weren't any benefits or tangible reasons. The person behind this seemed to hold a grudge

against him. He had racked his brain for a while, but he realized he hadn't offended anyone recently.

This drove him to the conclusion that his son had probably done something.

Zayn's arrogance was not news to him. However, he had been so busy running the company that he

didn't have time to teach him to be humble. His son had been spoiled rotten while he chased money.

Nathan's wife who had a lot of time on her hands was a carefree mother. She overpampered Zayn too

much right from when he was born. She never allowed anyone to correct him.

A woman's disapproving voice suddenly came from the other end of the line. "Nathan, why are you

shouting at him? It hasn't been confirmed that he's the one at fault. Stop shouting at him!"

"Can you listen to yourself, woman? If it's not his fault, then whose is it? Mine? Damn it! You are the

one that spoiled him. Even now that he has done something bad, you are stopping me from scolding

him. Tell me, how would he ever become responsible?" Nathan felt a splitting headache. He scratched

his head irritably as he shouted.

Randall's secret moves were excellent and hard to trace. They did a number on Nathan's company

within a short time. Problems were coming from left, right, and center. As a result, Nathan's head was

in a muddle since he was alerted of the first problem.

After Nathan grunted for a while, his clear voice came from the other end of the line again. "Zayn, don't

play dumb with me. Tell me who you have offended and what exactly you did to make that person so

hell-bent on destroying our company. There might still be a chance to appease that person. You'd

better speak up if you don't want me to cut you off from gaining from my wealth. That means, no

allowances and other benefits!"

The phone wasn't on speaker, but Nathan's voice was extremely loud. The entire second floor was as

silent as a grave, so everyone around Zayn could hear Nathan's voice clearly.

'Goodness gracious! Mr. Warren is indeed so powerful. He has begun to wreak havoc on their company

within such a short time!' Susie and Gladys thought as they stared at Horace in shock.