The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 160 The Finger is Broken

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 The Finger is Broken

Edwin Blake stared at the endless stream of dynamic images, breaking through one only to have another appear.

And the old ones wouldn’t disappear.

Four or five animated figures were swaying around on the screen.

Directly driving Edwin Blake to the brink of collapse. He ordered with a dark face, "Call Alexander Hodges and get him to handle this."

Though Alexander Hodges was carefree, he was proficient in computers and was a top global hacker.

Usually, Edwin Blake wouldn’t invite him over.

After all, he wasn’t lacking in skills either.

But today, he was completely out of his depth and had to let Alexander resolve the issue.

Harry Ross hesitated, "This..."

He glanced at the computer screen with a complex expression.

Given Second President Hodges’ temperament, he would surely take photos of these screens.

Then publish them in the small group.

Which would become blackmail material against Edwin Blake for the rest of his life.

By then, he would surely suffer badly!

Edwin Blake coldly rebuked, "Make sure he handles it in my office. If my photos are leaked, you can wait for your doom."

Harry Ross nodded with gritted teeth, "Alright, I’ll try my best."

The photos have already circulated. Why are you pretending that nothing happened?

Edwin Blake scanned the technical department staff and, without saying anything, returned to his office.

Waiting for Alexander Hodges to arrive.

...

Outside the Golden Jade Pavilion.

Ivy River was miserably in line at the entrance. Madeline Woods had taken the kids to the play area.

She glanced at her phone’s queue information; her position had moved from the hundredth table to the eightieth.

Yet the line hardly seemed to move.

Golden Jade Pavilion didn’t do pre-made dishes.

And all the chefs are quite senior, making the dish output extremely slow.

Therefore, the table turnover was also very slow!

Ivy River’s patience was dwindling. She stood up to inquire, "Is there any way to get in directly?"

The server smiled, "Sorry, Miss, we’re queueing on a first-come-first-serve basis. Please wait patiently. We offer snacks and tea for your enjoyment, thank you."

"If I have a Black Card, can I skip the line?" Ivy River asked.

The server checked and came back shaking her head, "Sorry, Ma’am, the Golden Jade Pavilion currently doesn’t offer such a service, all guests need to queue."

Ivy River nodded and returned to her spot, continuing to miserably wait.

Their attitude was very clear.

Even if a king came, it wouldn’t work.

Golden Jade Pavilion never lacks diners.

A while later, she suddenly stood up, "Excuse me, I’m asking again, is there..."

The server smiled, "Miss, please hold on, let me take these guests in first."

The guests going in sneered at Ivy River and shouted:

"We’ve been here waiting for two or three hours, why can’t you?"

Ivy River looked at the fat man in front of her, unfamiliar, and replied nonchalantly, "Who are you?"

The fat man halted in his steps, "At Golden Jade Pavilion, you have to queue, whether rich or poor, so what if you, a poor wretch, are waiting here? I am not impatient, why are you so whiny?"

Finishing, he put his arm around the woman beside him, grinning, "Am I right? These poor people have so many issues."

The woman glanced at Ivy River, smirking sarcastically, and tapped the fat man’s chest, "Everyone has their pride, let’s not say that."

Ivy River frowned, "Disgusting pretentious guy."

"Keep your mouth clean, please."

"My mouth is clean, I didn’t curse you. Go back to your place in line and stop asking questions, you’re getting on my nerves."

The fat man pointed at Ivy River’s nose as he spoke.

"Don’t point at me." Ivy River said coldly.

A low pressure emanating from her made the fat man shiver.

He looked at the smiling woman beside him, unwilling to lose face.

So, he wrapped his arm around her waist, disdainfully proclaiming, "I’m pointing at you because I think you’re worth it."

The fat man not only pointed but also poked Ivy River’s nose, "What? Want to beg me to get you a meal on the inside? No charge, you poor wretch!"

After saying that, he burst out laughing.

The woman beside him immediately grabbed his arm and shook it coquettishly, "President King, you’re really something~"

An overwhelming whiff of sleaze filled the air.

Ivy River’s red lips curled into a cool smile, remaining silent.

Just as the fat man was about to speak...

The next second...

His finger was bent upwards directly.

Then, as if losing springiness, the finger hung limp.

It took several seconds.

Ah—

He finally reacted, screaming in pain, "It hurts, it hurts, who gives you the guts!"

The woman was in a panic, "Oh my, President King, what happened to you!"

The fat man, his eyes watering from pain, clutched his finger, trembling in front of Ivy River.

"Who gives you the guts!"

Instinctively, he reached out to point at Ivy River.

Ivy River glanced at him, and the fat man immediately withdrew his hand, continuing to shout, "Call the police, nobody eats today! Either you pay me compensation, or we let the police handle it!"

"Fine."

Without arguing, Ivy River immediately pulled out her phone to call the police.

"Hello, I need to report an incident. Someone just struck my nose, and now it hurts. In self-defense, I broke his finger. Please send someone over. The location is..."

After finishing her call.

Everyone was stunned.

The server was the first to react, "Miss, could we settle this privately?"

If Golden Jade Pavilion got famous for a fight, and it escalated to the police station,

the management would surely be furious.

The fat man didn’t expect Ivy River to be so bold!

He didn’t want to make a big scene. He was merely a loan shark.

This wasn’t what he signed up for!

He waved it off, "Give me some medical expenses, and I’ll call it even, alright?"

Ivy River ignored him, turned instead to the server, "Continue calling out numbers, three or four tables have come up, don’t just stand there."

The server nodded, "Oh, okay, we’re now inviting customer number 118 to dine."

The fat man wasn’t having it, seeing that Ivy River wasn’t yielding to either persuasion or force.

He directly aimed his frustration at the server, "Why should I be skipped, when I still have to eat? Don’t proceed!"

"Sir, your number will be held for you, and you can dine once your matters are resolved."

The fat man refused to listen, stubbornly causing a scene, "No way, if I can’t eat, nobody eats."

Finishing, he smugly eyed Ivy River.

People in the queue were already annoyed.

Hearing his unreasonable fuss, they immediately attacked him.

"It was clearly you who spoke rudely first. Why should we suffer for your mistakes?"

"Skipping a meal won’t starve us, but you won’t lose weight by missing one, what makes you think everyone is as solid as your fat?"

"Wouldn’t you be more concerned about fixing your finger if it were broken? I’d go to the hospital to avoid not being able to reattach it."

...

With everyone chipping in, the fat man shouted furiously, "You poor bastards, it’s my bad luck to come across you! Today if I can’t eat, and this isn’t resolved, nobody eats!"

The server helplessly had to call the manager out.

The manager tried to mediate, but the fat man still wouldn’t listen.

Most of the restaurant’s seating was already vacant, leaving the customers outside even more agitated.

This fat man was clearly a shameless moocher, once attached, impossible to shake off.

Nobody dared to act against him.

While everyone was in a predicament,

Ivy River got up and coolly stated, "Move aside, let everyone in."

The fat man was stunned and then said after a few seconds, "I haven’t even settled the score with you for my finger, and you dare make a scene now?"

Ivy River didn’t speak but smiled and looked at him.