Classic Novel
Chapter 152
Chapter 152
[Rebecca is so kind, but a cheater is always a cheater, and that can't be washed away.]
The more Rebecca tried to explain, the more convinced everyone became that Griffin was cheating.
Seizing this point, Rebecca continued, "Moreover, her voice is so pleasant, and her hands are so pretty, she must be even more beautiful! She's definitely not some monster, nor is she a second Snow White!"
[Becca, seriously, why are you so naive? That woman chewed you up and spat you out yesterday evening, and here you are, defending her. You're so kind!]
[Remember Snow White with the voice of an angel? Turns out she was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing!]
Rebecca deliberately changed the subject. "Alright, enough of that. Let's play some chess."
[Right on! Forget about the ugly cheater. Not worth our time.]
Unaware of the online drama, Anthea Yeager was helping out in the family diner, which had been bustling with customers these days. Thankfully, they had hired a couple of extra waitstaff, or they'd have been swamped.
It wasn't until ten at night that they began to close up. Carole, mopping the floor, said, "Ann, you need to focus on your studies. Don't worry about coming in tomorrow night. We have enough hands on deck now."
Anthea smiled back. "I've finished all my homework. Don't worry about me."
Just then, they heard footsteps outside.
"Anyone here?" a voice called out before the person appeared.
"Who's there?" Carole lifted her eyes slightly.
"It's me!" A woman with a perm strode in.
Carole greeted her with a smile. "May I ask who's looking for us?"
The woman introduced herself, "I'm the former owner of Samia's Savory Symphony, Samia."
"Oh, hello. What can I do for you?"
Samia was fuming inside. The diner used to be hers, and if she hadn't sublet it to Anthea, their business wouldn't be doing half as well. She felt entitled to the profits that Yeager's Delicacies was raking in. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
Samia cut to the chase. "I'll be straightforward. This place was mine before, and if I hadn't handed it over, would you be doing so well? You seem like a reasonable woman. You understand that we should all get a slice of the pie, right?"
Carole frowned slightly. "What exactly are you proposing?"
Without beating around the bush, Samia said, "I mean that I should get half of what you're making!"
In truth, even half felt like a loss to Samia. After all, it was her place first. If she hadn't leased it to them, all the profits would be hers!
Anthea couldn't help but laugh at the audacity.
"I've lived two lifetimes, and yet I've never seen someone so shameless," she thought.
"And just what is so funny?" Samia glared at Anthea.
Anthea looked up, her gaze sharp. "I'm just amused by how some people can be so shameless!"
"How dare you speak to me like that?" Samia pointed at Anthea. "You do realize that your business is booming because of me, right? If I hadn't rented you this place, you and your mother would be out in the cold!"
"So, according to you, we should be thanking you?" Anthea raised an eyebrow.
"No need for thanks," Samia continued. "Just give me something tangible. From now on, you split your earnings with me, down the middle!"
"Well, why don't we just give it all to you?" Anthea suggested, dead serious.
Samia was taken aback. It seemed Anthea was finally seeing sense.
"Sure, a fifty-fifty split is a bit much. How about this? I take ninety percent, you take ten," Samia mused. "I'm just too nice. You've made at least two hundred grand these past few days. Go fetch me one hundred and eighty thousand!"