The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 60 Penniless Egois

Lunch was served and everyone seated at Horace's table dug in. By the time Horace was done eating,

he leaned back in the chair and touched his bulging belly. 'Phew! I didn't expect the food here to be so

good. Although it's not as delicious as that of the Sea Pavilion, it beats the meals of the Lake Hotel

hands down. I can't be the only one to taste this heavenly meal. I should pack some for my mother!' he

thought to himself.

Without hesitation, he waved at the waitress and said, "Miss, please pack two servings of the Kobe

steaks for me."

"Horace, are you alright upstairs? It seems to me that you are not. Or have you given up? Even in this

desperate situation, you are still planning to take away two servings of the Kobe steaks. Do you have

any idea how many customers have come here and bought something on your tab?" Della scolded

Horace as she glared at him.

This wasn't because she cared about him plunging into debt. He could go to hell for all she cared. She

only wanted to see the worries on his face after he realized that he put himself into trouble.

But to her dismay, there was no change in Horace's expression. His bright and satisfied smile was still

plastered on his face. He also exuded the same confidence he had since she came in here.

'What the hell is going on? Why is this bastard so unmoved?' Della stared at Horace in confusion. She

began to feel more anxious. The lunch was about to come to an end. This meant that the bill would be

brought soon.

'Can Horace really afford it?' A weird question that she had never thought of before now suddenly

crossed her mind. This was because of the confidence Horace was unrelentingly exuding.

At this time, Della wasn't the only one feeling perplexed. Lucinda and Macie also felt the same way.

Given that Horace would have to pay a huge amount of money for the bill, it was only logical that he

should be uneasy. However, he was completely fine. He even ordered takeout as if he didn't have a pile

of debt hanging over his head.

Out of curiosity, Macie asked, "Horace, we are almost done eating. Aren't you worried at all?"

"Worried? Why should I be? Is there anything bad happening?" Horace was taken aback by her

question. Afterward, he asked, "Macie, are you talking about the bill I have to pay later?"

"Yes, Horace! Aren't you worried about it at all? I just saw many people trooping into this restaurant just

to have free meals. They were about one hundred! All of them were given the most expensive meal on

the menu. It stands to reason that the entire bill would run into two million dollars or more. Aren't you

afraid?"

Macie stared into Horace's eyes. She met with a great shocker. There was not even the smallest trace

of panic in his eyes.

"Ha-ha! Macie, why should I be afraid? Besides, I am not the only one footing the entire bill. It would be

split equally between Cayson and me. There's no cause for alarm." After saying that, Horace pointed at

Cayson and said, "This guy right here is the one that should be afraid. Direct your questions at him, not

me!"

"Humph! You silly brat, we are almost done eating. There's no point wasting any more time. How about

we pay the bill now?" A sinister gleam appeared in Cayson's eyes as he stared at his opponent. He

didn't have one million dollars to pay half of the bill. He looked at the agreement and read the last

clause. If the two of them couldn't afford it, Horace would have to pay since it was his treat in the first

place. This condition was perfect.

'Alas, it's a pity that I didn't win against this nonentity. If I had defeated him, I would have made him my

slave and shown him nothing but suffering. What a waste!' Cayson sighed with disappointment on his

face as he thought about everything he would have done to torture Horace.

At this moment, Horace nodded and remarked, "Okay!"

He waved to the waitress and said, "Miss, the bill, please!"

The customers around heard when he asked for the bill. They all paused and pricked up their ears. It

was common knowledge that Horace was the one that offered them free food today.

They all knew that the meals they ate had been placed on his tab.

Although Horace was dressed in threadbare clothes, his charisma and manner prevented the

customers from concentrating on his dressing.

Horace looked so handsome that several girls swooned over him as he spoke.

The waitress came from the counter to Horace's table with the bill in her hand. She said politely, "Hello,

sir. The total bill is two million and thirty thousand dollars. However, our manager has given you a

discount. Now you only need to pay one million and six hundred thousand dollars. Cash or credit card,

sir?"

She handed the bill to Horace as she spoke.

"What?" The customers mumbled in shock when they heard the total cost for all the meals. The

restaurant became a little noisy.

"Oh my God! One million and six hundred thousand dollars? He could buy a Maserati with that money.

What a fucking rich man!" one of the diners murmured in shock.

Horace looked at the bill. He then said to Cayson, "The total bill is one million and six hundred

thousand dollars, so we both have to pay eight hundred thousand dollars each. I like to respect my

elders even if the person is a stranger or only a few years older than me. Hence, how about you pay

first? Would it be in cash or via your credit card?"

Cayson folded his arms and whispered, "I can't afford it."

"I'm sorry. My ears have been having some issues recently. I didn't hear what you said because your

voice was so low. Please can you repeat yourself?"

Horace flashed a sinister smile at his perplexed opponent. This wasn't how he had planned for the

lunch to be. He had only organized this lunch to celebrate Laila's birthday. He didn't expect that the

invitees would take delight in mocking him and the celebrant.

Inviting them was out of the goodness of his heart, but these badly-behaved people didn't appreciate it.

They decided to make a scene without regard for Laila's feelings. This was the last straw that broke the

camel's back. Horace was done making any efforts to befriend them. It was a lost cause.

At this time, Della chirped, "Horace, that's enough! Don't tell me you have something stuffed in your

ears. He just said that he can't afford it! There you go. Hope you heard clearly now?"

"Oh, yes. I heard it clearly. But that's your statement, not your boyfriend's. You two are not married yet.

I'm afraid that you have no right to speak for him. I want to hear from the horse's mouth. Let him speak

for himself. Last I checked, he's not dumb!"

Horace rolled his eyes at Della and then turned to look at Cayson. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry. As

I said earlier, I have had trouble with my ears recently. Could you please repeat what you said?"

"You!" Cayson pointed at Horace. He wanted to curse him out, but he was speechless for a moment.

Finally, he closed his eyes and shouted with embarrassment, "I can't afford it! Did you hear me now,

you stupid brat?"

"Oh, man. You scared the shit out of me. You didn't have to shout like that!"

Horace held his chest and took deep breaths as if he were indeed frightened. After a while, he added,

"It's fine that you can't afford it. However, I was expecting you to have some more shame. I can't

believe you said it so loudly like it's something to be proud of, or as if I'm owing you!"

'Fuck you, bastard!' Cayson cursed Horace inwardly as he glared at him. Clenching his fists, he said,

"Don't be so arrogant. It's your turn now. Let's see how you intend to pay the eight hundred thousand

dollars."

"Hold your horses, Cayson. It's just a mere eight hundred thousand dollars. It's chicken feed to me."

Horace snickered and shrugged indifferently. He then took out a crumpled coupon from his pocket and

handed it to the waitress close by. "Miss, can I pay half of the bill with this coupon?" he asked politely.

The waitress took a look at the black coupon and replied softly, "Yes, sir. This is a fifty percent off

coupon. Eight hundred thousand dollars would be deducted from the bill. Now you only need to pay theProperty belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

remaining eight hundred thousand dollars."