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Chapter 1120: Chapter 1120: Old Friend
The Morwenna Cook Family!
Originally an inconspicuous little clan, it suddenly clung to the illustrious Whitaker family because one of their own, Ian Cook, had joined the family.
After Ian Cook married into the Whitaker family, the Whitaker members began to suffer a series of accidents.
In the end, the Whitaker heir, Blaze Whitaker, met a tragic death.
The entire Whitaker family, a huge conglomerate with countless assets, fell into the hands of the Cook Family!
In just a few years, the Cook family leaped from an unknown third-tier clan to the foremost wealthy household of Morwenna!
And Ian Cook, after observing three years of mourning for Blaze Whitaker, officially took control of the Whitaker family!
And she declared that once Bamboo Whitaker, the sole remaining bloodline of the Whitaker family, was found, she would transfer all power and wealth to her!
The reward offered was as high as three hundred million!
But Bamboo Whitaker seemed to have vanished completely, neither seen alive nor found in death.
Today!
Her cousin, Laird Cook.
He actually spotted a girl who resembled Bamboo Whitaker in his newly opened Big Yellow Duck theme restaurant in Gonzalez City?
"Are you sure you didn’t mistake her?"
Laird Cook took off his sunglasses, his expression uncertain.
If she really was Bamboo Whitaker, he would have accomplished a great feat for the Cook Family!
Not to mention a few theme restaurants, Ian Cook might even let him take a position in the Whitaker Corporation!
Once he entered the corporate inner circle, Laird Cook would be joining the core of the Cook family.
It was then that a treasure trove awaited him.
"I think there’s an eighty percent chance I’m right! The brothers once looked for Bamboo Whitaker for a while but came up empty-handed. However, I could recognize her face in an instant!"
The man pinched his cigarette butt, frowning, "It looks like Bamboo Whitaker is with three women. Those women are dressed flamboyantly; they must be wealthy. If we rashly..."
Rich? No matter how rich, could they compare to our Cook Family?
Laird Cook snorted with disdain, "The Whitaker family was a commercial juggernaut, with a century of business and exceedingly robust assets! But now, all of this belongs to the Cook Family! Those fools from the Whitaker family aren’t worthy at all!"
With that, he waved his hand, and several henchmen at the door immediately surrounded him.
"Later, follow my lead. As soon as I make a move, you grab Bamboo Whitaker! I’ll handle the rest! Got it?"
Laird Cook asked sternly.
"Understood!"
The men were loyal followers who had come with him from Morwenna.
"Let’s go!"
Laird Cook straightened his suit and led his people inside.
At this moment.
Inside the Big Yellow Duck theme restaurant.
It was bustling.
As a coastal city, Gonzalez City attracted a significant number of tourists for sightseeing, even in early spring.
And the Big Yellow Duck theme restaurant happened to be the trendiest place for eating, drinking, and entertainment.
Many people even flew to Gonzalez City just to take photos and show off on social media.
Regardless of the experience.
What mattered was that they could be there when others couldn’t!
This was a testament to power!
Economic power!
Now it was evening.
The large restaurant was packed with patrons.
Some parents were with their children, riding the Big Yellow Ducks in the play area.
Some who came with lovers were in such a hurry that they raced upstairs to the waterbed rooms before even waiting for their meals.
Conversely, not many were actually dining.
Aron Jackson, as the local boss of Gonzalez City, naturally held a forty percent stake in this venture.
Otherwise, this Big Yellow Duck theme restaurant could not have even started construction! 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
Strictly speaking, he was also an owner.
So he reserved the best window-side table on the first floor just for himself.
Even though there were many people queuing up on the first floor, that table remained empty.
It was quite conspicuous.
"I said! What kind of way is this to do business? You’ve got empty tables and you’re not letting us sit, saving it to offer to your daddy or what?"
A chubby woman in a long dress, clutching an expensive handbag, slammed her hand onto the table.
Her saliva was flying everywhere, hitting the restaurant manager who couldn’t dodge in time.
"If you don’t give me an explanation today, I’m going to smash up your place!"
The more the chubby woman spoke, the angrier she got, rolling up her sleeves, ready to start a fight.
"Hey! Karen, calm down!"
A man hurriedly held her back.
"Let’s talk this over nicely, we have the right of it." The man was afraid the woman would actually start a fight, hurriedly saying to the manager: "Our Karen has a fiery temper, if you really rile her up, I can’t hold her back!"
"Brighton Pendleton, stop pulling me back! These damn managers, I’ll beat them until they’re in the hospital!"
The woman called Karen grew even angrier as she spoke.
"Both of you, I’ve already explained countless times! This table has been reserved. And the guest is our boss. Please understand and queue up in order, as usual."
The manager helplessly explained.
"Bullshit! Complete bullshit!"
Karen pointed at the manager’s nose, furiously cursing: "I think this is for your daddy’s grave!"
"Madam, please watch your language!" the manager frowned slightly: "Don’t involve family members in misfortunes. If you are dissatisfied with me, feel free to scold me! But my family has done nothing to provoke you!"
"I said, what’s going on here?"
Just at that moment, Julius Reed came over with his group.
"You are...?" The restaurant manager looked him over, seemingly unfamiliar.
"My guest! You go ahead and get them set up, I need to use the restroom!" Aron Jackson ran over, gave some instructions, and then rushed off toward a first-floor restroom.
All he did was drink a sip of water along the way, how could he suddenly have such unbearable stomach pain!
In fact, it was a laxative that Karen had meant for Terry Moore, but Aron Jackson ended up drinking it.
"Damn it! So it’s you guys!" The chubby woman was very displeased upon seeing Julius Reed and his people.
"What’s wrong with us?"
Julius Reed gestured and Bamboo Whitaker was the first to take a seat.
Bang!
The woman slapped the table hard, startling Bamboo Whitaker.
"Stand up!" shouted the woman named Karen: "You can’t sit, I was here first, why should you get to sit?"
"Fat pig, you really lack manners!" Karen pushed through the crowd, said with a grin: "Why so aggressive, how about big brother checks your pulse for you?"
"Go to hell!"
Smack!
The chubby woman slapped Karen’s flat cap off her head, snorting coldly: "Think you could flirt with me, you scrub?"
"Ouch!"
Karen rubbed her head, displeased: "Bitch. Your words are as good as farts!"
"It’s you farting!"
Karen pointed at Karen, her saliva spraying everywhere: "Farting! Farting!"
"You’re the one farting!"
Karen flicked her finger, releasing a colorless and odorless cloud of smoke in front of the woman.
The two argued, attracting quite a crowd.
But all of a sudden.
The woman’s face turned ghastly pale!
Pfft...
A long and foul-smelling sound slowly emerged.
"Ew!"
The onlookers pinched their noses and quickly scattered.
"You... just wait!"
The woman held onto her stomach, running off in great pain.
"Damn it! I’ll give you a bit of medicine, make you go all night!" Karen had just bent down to pick up her flat cap.
But the cap was suddenly stepped on by a foot.
"Hello there, Miss Bamboo Whitaker."
Laird Cook stood with his hands in his pockets, grinning at Bamboo Whitaker.
Behind him stood a group of thugs.
