Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 72

"Please don’t make an unnecessary fuss here, Miss. Take a look here. We don't have a place for you

now. If you want to eat here, then wait. If you don't want to wait, you can leave. We won't miss one

customer," the cashier said snobbishly.

Yvonne was so angry she wanted to punch somebody. What sh*tty logic was that? They were not

going to provide proper service just because they had a lot of customers? Besides, they should be

adhering to their reservation policies when someone actually made a reservation.

The cherry on top was that she said that Yvonne was making an unnecessary fuss even though she

was merely standing up for her right!

"I'm not leaving. What are you going to do? Manhandle me?" Yvonne said, parking her hands at her

hips.

Samuel could not help but chuckle at the sight. She really could not think of a more...convincing

method, could she? Persisting on staying was something a kid would do.

"There's an unruly person here, security," the cashier said into her walkie-talkie. She wanted to throw

Yvonne out without mercy.

Three security guards quickly arrived. The ruckus around the cashier attracted the attention of a lot of

customers, who all tuned in as though they were watching an evening soap.

The manager on duty strode over at this moment, wearing a poised and dignified air. "What's going

on?" he asked the cashier.

"This person is creating a fuss over nothing, sir. I called the guards to throw them out," she replied.

The figure in charge had finally made an appearance." I booked a table for two for 5.30pm," Yvonne

said in a righteous tone, "but why do I not have a table when I arrive?"

The manager checked his watch. "My apologies, but it’s already past the booking time," he said. "Don't

you know that time waits for no one?"

Yvonne practically steamed from fury at the manager's words. It had certainly not been 5.30pm when

she arrived.

"I came here at 5.25pm. It wasn't 5.30pm then, but you gave our table to someone else," Yvonne

argued, trying to fight for her right.

"What nonsense are you talking about you? I'll tell the guards not to hold back if you continue to create

a ruckus," the manager said impatiently. The Grand Hyatt never lacked customers. They would not lose NôvelDrama.Org content.

business by chasing one or two out.

The security guards pressed forward. Samuel stepped i n front of Yvonne. "Are you saying that we are

causing a ruckus?” he said coldly.

"Of course. Can't you see that we have a full house? So what if you made a reservation? You won't get

to dine here if I don't give you a table. If you don't want to wait, then leave. It’s simple,” the manager

said disdainfully.

"All right then," Samuel said. "I'll show you what causing a ruckus really means."

The manager did not want the customers to be disturbed with the two creating a scene. Besides, his

boss was around. He probably could not shoulder all the responsibility if word of this got out to the

boss.

"Get them out of here. They’re an eyesore," the manager said to the security guards.

The three bodyguards extended their arms, intending t o take hold of Samuel. He grabbed the wrist of

one of the guards and twisted around, forcing the man into a shoulder lock. Before the guard could

react, Samuel kicked him in the back.

The other two guards raised their fists when they saw Samuel initiating the attack.

Yvonne knew that the situation had truly been blown out of proportion, and wanted to tug on Samuel,

preventing him from doing anything. However, Samuel reacted first, charging forward and downing the

other two guards in a flurry of punches and kicks.

The entire process took less than ten seconds, and the three security guards ended up as a wheezing

mess o n the floor. Yvonne clasped a hand over her mouth, scarcely believing her eyes.

This was the first time she had seen Samuel being so audacious. It was as though she had been

slapped into reality.

Was this the same Samuel who had not complained a lick throughout the three years he was with the

Sues? He never raised his voice, let alone his fists—and he was actually such a skilled fighter!

Harvey had even beaten Samuel before. If Samuel had retaliated then, her cousin would probably end

up just like-if not worse than-those guards.

The manager never expected Samuel to be such a skilled combatant. These security guards were not

regular men-the boss spent big bucks to hire them to prevent such incidents from erupting in the Grand

Hyatt. Yet the young man before him had defeated all of them so easily.

"Young man, I'm warning you. It’s not going to end well if you cause a stir in the Grand Hyatt," the

manager said, teeth clenched.

"Get your boss here," Samuel told the manager in a commanding tone.

The whole reason why the manager wanted to get the young man out as soon as possible was so that

his boss would not hear of it. His temper spiked when he heard such a demand from Samuel.

"All right then. Since you're up for it, TH make you crawl out of here today." The manager took the

phone and was about to call the boss.

Just then, a carefree voice rang out, "What's going on?"