The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 167 - 160 The Finger is Broken

Chapter 167: Chapter 160 The Finger is Broken

Edwin Blake watched as an endless stream of dynamic images appeared on the screen, every time he broke through one, a new one would emerge.

Moreover, the old ones wouldn’t disappear.

Four or five little animated figures flitted across the screen.

It drove Edwin Blake to the verge of a breakdown; he ordered with a dark face, "Call the fourth guy, have him come and fix this."

Although Alexander Hodges was a carefree person, he was a computer expert, a top global hacker.

Under normal circumstances, Edwin Blake would not ask him to come.

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

Today, he was completely overwhelmed, and could only let Alexander handle it.

Harry Ross hesitated, "This..."

He looked at the computer screen with a complicated expression.

Knowing Second President Hodges’ temperament, he would definitely take photos.

Then he would share them in the small group chat.

It would become Edwin Blake’s lifelong stain.

At that time, he’d certainly endure a lot of suffering!

Edwin Blake scolded coldly, "Let him handle it in my office. Keep an eye on him. If my photos get out, you’re as good as dead."

Harry Ross nodded reluctantly, "Okay, I’ll try my best."

These photos have long since been circulated, and you’re just drawing attention to it unnecessarily.

Edwin Blake glanced around the tech department, said nothing, and went back to his office.

Waiting for Alexander Hodges to arrive.

...

At the entrance of the Golden Jade Pavilion.

Ivy River was crying alone in line at the entrance, while Madeline Woods took the kids to play in the children’s playground.

She glanced at her phone’s queuing info; the hundredth table had moved to the eightieth.

The line barely moved.

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

And they all have senior chefs, so meals come out very slowly.

Thus, table turnovers are also very slow!

Ivy River’s patience was wearing thin, she got up to inquire, "Is there any way to go in directly?"

The waiter smiled, "I’m sorry miss, our system is one of on-site queuing. Please be patient and wait, we’ve provided snacks and tea, and you can enjoy them. Thank you."

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

The waiter checked and shook his head at her, "I’m sorry ma’am, Golden Jade Pavilion currently doesn’t offer this service, all need to wait in line."

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

The attitude was clear.

Even a king couldn’t bypass it.

Golden Jade Pavilion is never short of customers.

After a while, she suddenly got up, "Hi, I just wanted to ask, may I..."

The waiter smiled, "Ma’am, please hold on, let me take this guest in first."

The guest going in rolled his eyes at Ivy River and yelled:

"We can all wait here for two or three hours, why can’t you?"

Ivy River looked at the fat man in front of her, didn’t recognize him, and said faintly, "Who are you?"

The fat man stopped, "Golden Jade Pavilion is a place where you have to queue, regardless if you’re rich or poor. What’s wrong with you, a poor wretch, waiting in line? I’m not even impatient, what are you complaining about?"

After speaking, he wrapped his arm around the woman next to him, sneering, "Am I right? Such a fuss with poor people."

The woman glanced at Ivy River and sarcasm laced her laugh as she patted the fat man’s chest, "Everyone has to save face, let’s not talk like this."

Ivy River frowned. How disgusting.

"Watch your mouth."

"My mouth’s clean enough, I didn’t curse you. Get to the back and wait; stop coming up to ask again, it pisses me off."

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

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

Her low pressure aura made the fat man quiver.

He looked at the smiling woman beside him, not wanting to be embarrassed.

So he wrapped her waist tighter, speaking disdainfully, "Pointing at you is giving you face."

The fat man not only pointed but even poked Ivy River’s nose, "What? Want me to order you a meal without you paying, you pauper?"

He laughed loudly after saying that.

The woman beside him immediately held his arm, swaying flirtatiously, "President King, you sure are powerful~"

A smell of dust and worn-out air rushed upon her face.

Ivy River curled her red lips, smiling but saying nothing.

Just as the fat man was about to speak.

The next second.

His finger was bent directly upward.

It became limp like a spring lost its force, the finger limply hung down.

Several seconds passed.

Ah—

He reacted painfully, screaming, "It hurts, it hurts, who gave you the guts!"

The woman panicked, "Oh no, President King, what’s wrong!"

The fat man teared up in pain, covering his finger, tremblingly standing in front of Ivy River.

"Who gave you the guts!"

Instinctively, he pointed his finger at Ivy River.

Ivy River’s glance made the fat man shrink his hand back instantly, continuing to yell, "Call the police, nobody eats here today unless you pay me compensation or we call the police!"

"Fine."

Ivy River didn’t bother saying more; she pulled out her phone and called the police.

"Hello, I need to report a crime. Someone hit my nose with their hand just now, now my nose hurts. In self-defense, I broke his finger. Please send someone over. The location is..."

After she finished speaking.

Everyone was stunned.

The waiter was the first to react, "Miss, can we settle this privately?"

If Golden Jade Pavilion got out because of hitting someone and it got to the police.

The boss would certainly be angry.

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

He didn’t want to make a big deal of it, to begin with; he was a loan shark.

He wasn’t looking to court trouble!

He waved his hand, "Give me some money for medical expenses, and this thing will be over, alright?"

Ivy River ignored him, turning to the waiter, "Continue calling the numbers, that’s three or four tables now, don’t just stand there."

The waiter nodded, "Oh, alright, now calling customer number 118."

The fat man didn’t like it. Seeing that Ivy River wasn’t fazed by threats or persuasion.

He directly targeted the waiter, "Why is my table skipped? I’m still going to eat later, no skipping!"

"Sir, we will hold your spot. After your issue is resolved, you can dine."

The fat man wouldn’t listen and became obstinate, "No, if I don’t eat, nobody eats."

After speaking, he smugly looked at Ivy River.

People in line were already restless.

His unreasonable behavior led them to start condemning him.

"You first spoke rudely, why should we pay for your mistakes?"

"Skipping a meal won’t starve you, but missing a meal will slim us down. Do you think everyone has your layers of fat for protection?"

"If my finger was broken, I’d be off to the hospital rather than thinking about eating, lest it doesn’t heal properly."

...

One remark after another.

The fat man roared, "You poor folks, I’m unlucky to be stuck with you! If I can’t eat, and this isn’t resolved, no one eats!"

Helplessly, the waiter had to call in a manager.

After some mediation, the fat man still refused advice.

By now, most of the restaurant was empty, while outside, the guests were growing more anxious.

This fat man was clearly a stubborn rogue, impossible to shake off once latched on.

No one dared to do anything about him.

Just when everyone was in a quandary.

Ivy River stood up and spoke blandly, "Move aside, let everyone in."

The fat man froze, after a few seconds he said, "I haven’t settled the score for my finger yet, and you still have the nerve to show off now?"

Ivy River didn’t speak; she just smiled looking at him.