Chapter 246
Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again
Toby went over and hugged her. Everyone thought he cared about her, but only he knew this hug was only done because he didnât want to get into trouble. âWe need an explanation, manager.â Carl took his jacket off and covered Sonia with it before asking the manager coldly. I knew it. The manager sighed. âWeâre very sorry, customers. We never expected this to happen. Itâs an overlook on our part, so weâll take full responsibility for this.
Your bill will be waived, and weâll pay for your medical bills. And weâll also give you a member card. Is that fine with you?â He looked at Carl and Toby carefully, since they looked like the ones calling the shots. But Carl looked at Sonia. âWhat do you think, Sonia?â Sonia massaged her forehead.
âSure. Itâs not completely their fault anyway. This is just an accident, and we ran straight into it.â
âAlright. Do as she says,â Carl replied to the manager. The manager thanked them profusely, âThank you for your understanding. Weâre very sorry for ruining the experience.â He bowed to Sonia and Carl. Carl pulled the manager back up and looked at Toby. âWhat about you two?â Worried Tina might go on a rampage again, Toby answered, âSame here.â The manager thanked him, since he was worried they might not let it slide so easily. It was obvious Tina was a fussy one, but luckily Toby was an understanding man, or the injury on Tinaâs face alone could cost them a ton. Now that the problem was settled, the manager wiped the sweat off of his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief.
But then, the waiter who was handling the aftermath said, âSir, somethingâs off with this chandelier.â âHow so?â The manager went over. Carl and Sonia looked at them curiously, and even Toby shifted his attention to the chandelier. âThis one.â The waiter pointed at the column. âThe column isnât rusty or corroded, so how did it break?â âUm...â The manager couldnât come up with the answer. He kept staring at the column, but he couldnât figure out what happened. The column connected the chandelier to the ceiling. It was big, sturdy, and made out of alloy. Not even a strong earthquake could break it unless it was corroded. However, alloys wouldnât rust that easily. Itâd take at least a decade or two to corrode, but the restaurant hadnât been open for even a year.
Sonia squinted. âSomeone might have sabotaged you guys.â Carl nodded. âItâs possible. Since itâs almost impossible to break by itself, someone might have done this.â âS-Someone did this?â Shocked, the manager said, âThis is not a joke, sir. We wonât do anything to our customers. Thatâll be bad for business.â Sonia smiled. âYou got it wrong. He isnât saying you guys did it.â The manager heaved a sigh of relief, but he got curious. âThen who did this?â Sonia shook her head, having no answer to his question. At the same time, Toby was reminded of his car crash. Someone planned that, but he couldnât find the culprit even until now.
Today, the chandelier fell down on him. Technically, Sonia got the brunt of the impact, but his table was less than a meter away from hers, so it might have been targeting him. Maybe the same person did this. But he refuted his guess right away. When he and Tina came out, they only said they were out for dinner, but they didnât mention their location. They only came to this restaurant since they came across it on their way. In other words, he made the decision on the spot, but sabotages had to be done beforehand. Not even the culprit knew heâd come here, so they couldnât have done this.
Unless they were clairvoyant. Another person shared his sentimentâCarl. Ironically, he was the one who proposed the sabotage theory.
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ï¤Chapter 1211 Ending He looked up at the ceiling, then the chandelier, and puzzlement painted his face. âOdd.â âWhat is it, Carl? Did you notice something?â Sonia looked at him. Carl rubbed his chin and nodded. âThe ceilingâs too high. Probably around ten meters. Most ladders canât reach that height, so itâs impossible for anyone to climb up there. They could have used a forklift, but itâs too big for this place.â The manager agreed, âHeâs right. Our restaurant is built with the style of Renaissance-era English castles in mind. Back then, ceilings stretched really tall, so we installed the chandeliers using lift platforms.
The doors were installed last, since the platforms were too big for the place.â âSo itâs not sabotage?â
Sonia frowned. Before Carl could answer, Tina interrupted, âMr. Lee, first you said itâs sabotage, and now you say it isnât. Donât you think throwing random guesses is a bit irresponsible?â Carl glared at her. Sonia clutched her arm. âHeâs just pointing out his guesses based on the clues he has. Itâs not random guesses. Besides, interrupting someone is rude, Miss Gray. Oh wait, someone like you doesnât have an ounce of decency in them, so I guess being rude is natural for you.â âWhy you...â Tina glared at her. Sonia sneered. âLook at you, gnashing your teeth. Do you want to bite me?
Well, come on then.â She beckoned Tina, as if Tina was a dog. Tina trembled, her eyes turning red with anger. âI am not a dog, Sonia!â âHey, I didnât say anything. But since you think youâre a dog, I donât mind seeing you as one. Stop overreacting, will you?â Sonia flicked her hair and shook her head. âCanât believe someone actually wants to be a dog. Very well then. Carl, donât argue with her. I mean, she thinks sheâs a dog, and Iâm sure you donât really argue with dogs, right?â Carl knew Sonia was insulting Tina for his sake, and he was touched.
He looked at her, his gaze as gentle as the spring breeze. âSure, Sonia. I donât argue with dogs, really.â The manager watched the argument quietly. Hot damn. Catfights are seriously intense. âWhy you...â Tina was pointing at them, her finger trembling. However, Carl and Sonia didnât even look at her, obviously seeing her as less than human. She almost fainted from her fury, but she turned around and held Tobyâs sleeve. âToby, they insulted me.â She gave him a look of complaint. âArenât you going to do something?â
Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again