The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 161: Put on Pants and Don’t Recognize People

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Put on Pants and Don’t Recognize People

Fatty noticed that the air around her was getting tense again, along with that familiar expression on her face.

He had a bad feeling.

He immediately said, "What are you gonna do!"

Ivy River sneered, striking quickly and accurately.

Fatty was thrown over her shoulder effortlessly and tossed aside.

Ivy River clapped her hands and said to the stunned waitstaff and manager, "Start calling the numbers."

The manager snapped back to reality, cautiously glanced at the fatty lying on the ground, and began calling numbers.

The guests successfully entered about a dozen tables.

The woman next to Fatty trembled and said, "You’re going to jail for this, intentional harm!"

"Really?"

Ivy River spread her hands innocently, completely unconcerned, "Then let’s see which one of us stays in longer."

"Everyone here can vouch for me; he poked my nose first and even tried to provoke me just now. This is all self-defense!"

Her last sentence had a sarcastic tone.

The woman said angrily, "Who can prove it!"

Fatty grimaced and just as he extended his hand, he retracted it, "You, you vile woman! I’ll make sure you’ll suffer for this!"

No sooner had he finished speaking,

than responses came from everyone around.

"I can, I can! Clearly, it was this fatty who started it; this young lady was acting in self-defense."

"That’s right, I can testify too. When the police arrive, we’ll be witnesses."

"He’s already on the ground and still threatening people. If he doesn’t get hit, who should? Me?"

Everyone was buzzing.

Fatty and the woman looked upset.

Ivy River slowly walked over, squatted in front of them, and spoke softly.

"How much do you think that kick’s worth, Fatty King?"

Fatty was stunned, "How do you know my last name, did you investigate me?"

Ivy River snickered, pointing at the woman, "She called you Boss King."

Saying it, she snidely mocked.

"Why on earth would your fat face be worth investigating? A person should know their own worth. Do you know why noveau riche never stay rich for three generations?"

Fatty shook his head.

Ivy River said, "Because their mouths are too foul, always looking for trouble."

Everyone burst into laughter.

It took a while for Fatty to realize she was taunting him and he gritted his teeth, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll get better and finish you off?"

Ivy River calmly said, "Does your finger not hurt anymore?"

Fatty immediately clutched his finger and stared at her warily, stammering, "Y-you, what are you gonna do, the police are almost here!"

Ivy River chuckled and turned to ask a waiter, "Can you tell me if Edwin Blake has a private room here? If he does, I shouldn’t have to wait."

Almost forgot the main thing.

Edwin Blake had once come to the Golden Jade Pavilion to pack seafood porridge for her.

Given his personality, he would never pack anything.

If she recalled correctly, he had his own private room here.

The manager was taken aback and looked at Ivy River in confusion, "May I know who you are?"

"A friend," Ivy River said without hesitation.

The manager nodded, "President Blake indeed has a private room here, but we’ll need to verify. You should call him."

Ivy River didn’t feel like calling him; she thought for a moment, "Can’t I just give his phone number?"

The manager shook his head, "President Blake’s phone number is only partially visible here, both front and last six digits. Middle part’s confidential; it’s better if you call him."

Ivy River nodded and spoke bluntly, "I don’t want to call him; we just had a fight this morning."

"Well, that makes it difficult, Miss River."

The manager said awkwardly.

At this time, Madeline Woods came over with her child.

Seeing the crowd, she couldn’t help complaining, "Emmy is starving, why haven’t we been called yet?"

Ivy River said helplessly, "Why not play for a while? It’ll take a long time, or we can just change restaurants."

"No way!"

Madeline Woods refused loudly, her temper rising too, "I must taste this restaurant today! What’s so magical about it that makes everyone willingly queue up?"

At this point, the manager came over.

"Miss River, you can dine now, please come this way."

Ivy River was stunned and asked confusedly, "So soon?"

The manager smiled and nodded, "We contacted President Blake and confirmed that you’re his friend, so you can dine directly."

Ivy River: "???"

Just when she was about to speak, the phone rang.

She glanced at the caller, Edwin Blake.

Without thinking, she hung up.

She kept reassuring herself, since they knew.

Might as well eat.

She instructed, "Madeline, you go in and eat first with them; I’ll join you soon. Order the seafood porridge when I come in, and whatever else you’d like. I’ll be in shortly."

Madeline Woods naturally knew they were using Edwin Blake’s privilege.

She didn’t mind and led the kids inside.

"Alright, we’ll wait for you inside; come quickly."

Ivy River leaned toward the Fatty lying on the ground, "I’ll come in after I deal with this fatty."

"Tsk tsk tsk, pitiful, really pitiful. Of all people, why provoke her? Too gruesome for the kids to see; good luck to you."

Madeline Woods waved at Fatty King and pulled the children inside.

Fatty King was indignant, shouting at the manager, "Who is she, why can she cut the line? What about the people behind!"

The manager explained, "Our VIP rooms can be used directly, and Miss River is a VIP customer."

Fatty King wasn’t listening, pointing at the manager and cursing, "Snobbish fool, do you really think she’s some rich person? Looks like a poor bum, is she worth licking up to? I’m the one you should bootlick!"

Ivy River found it amusing.

She approached Fatty, scaring him into silence.

"You better not do anything rash, the police are almost here. If you do anything to me, I’ll definitely hire a lawyer."

Ivy River nodded, taking disposable gloves from her bag and putting them on.

Fatty King had no idea what she was about to do.

He let down his guard.

The next second.

Ivy River grabbed his half-dead finger and popped it back into place.

Then she said calmly, "Can you find me a piece of cardboard or something, and tape, duct tape will work too."

The manager immediately found some and gave them to her.

Ivy River quickly bandaged him, instructing, "Make sure to stretch; otherwise, your finger won’t straighten later. You’ll need to replace it at the hospital for a professional one with detailed guidance."

Fatty looked incredulous.

Why was this woman suddenly bandaging him?

Could it be she’s afraid of a lawsuit?

Thinking this, he grew arrogant again, "Hmm, now you’re scared. Why didn’t you treat me better at the start? Ah—"

Fatty screamed, "What are you doing!"

Ivy River squeezed his finger without hesitation, fluttering her fox-like eyes, "I accidentally used too much force. If you keep speaking boldly, I’ll squeeze harder."

Fatty nodded consistently through the pain, "Okay okay okay, I was wrong, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"

At this time, the manager hesitated with a phone and stepped forward, "Miss River, could you take a call first?"

"Give it to me." Ivy River reached for it with one hand, still holding onto Fatty’s finger with the other.

"Ivy River, it’s me."

Edwin Blake’s voice was so loud that everyone around could hear it.

Ivy River rolled her eyes, "What is it?"

"Going to Golden Jade Pavilion and using my room, then refusing to take my call. How long are you going to ignore me after pulling up your pants? Don’t forget last night..."

Before Edwin Blake could finish his teasing, Ivy River’s angry shout erupted.

"Shut up! Edwin Blake!!"