Chapter 890 Duke Abraham
The amount of wine in the crystal gla.s.ses might not be too much for a man, but Christy was just a girl; it was not easy for her to finish it all at one go.
The waiter opened his mouth to speak, but after a glance at Bart, he closed it again. He knew better than to cross him.
Christy took a look at the gla.s.ses, and then at Bart. The smile on her face was gone. “Forgive me, Mr. Bart, but I have to say no. I’m not here to drink. I’m here to talk business. The high interest rate of Buffett Banks will bring you great returns. It’s a mutually beneficial deal.”
He really was a sc.u.m. Christy was filled with disgust. She had seen enough of his kind to know how to protect herself. Other girls who were green at this might have succ.u.mbed to his threat and done what he wanted, and if they couldn’t hold their liquor, they would definitely find themselves waking up in Bart’s bed.
“No?” Bart suddenly looked fierce, thumping his gla.s.s on the table. “Is this your first day working? Do you not know who the f*ck I am? Do as I say, or I’ll see to it that you lose your job.”
Some people overheard their conversation and turned to look. They didn’t know what the beautiful girl had done to make the notorious pervert so angry.
Bart leaned closer to Christy and lowered his voice. “n.o.body says no to me. I own the biggest freight business. This city is running smoothly because of me! My words have more power than those of the city lord. Drink, or say goodbye to your job.”
Christy’s hands curled into fists at her sides. She stared at Bart, her lips pressed together. People like her were no more than playthings to people like him. Her career was in his hands.
Although she was a manager of the Buffetts Banks, she was nothing in his eyes.
Looking at the gla.s.ses, Christy hesitated. She hated him, but it took her five years to get promoted to the manager. She didn’t want all her efforts to be in vain.
The waiter felt sorry for Christy. He had seen a lot of things like this, but most of the women were much more willing than her.
Bart smiled smugly. He had seen all kinds of women, and he always had a way to make them give in. The more difficult it was to tame a woman, the more he liked it. Like this woman. He was already excited.
“Miss Christy? Never thought I’d see you here.”
Right at that moment, a familiar voice sounded behind her when she was about to reach for the wine.
Christy was taken by surprise. She turned around and found Duke Abraham walking towards her. Her eyes lit up.
Bart looked at Abraham with displeasure. Abraham’s dress looked ordinary, nothing like a highborn man would wear. Bart didn’t remember seeing him. He got up angrily, looked at Abraham, and said, “Who are you? Don’t you see I’m talking to her?”
Abraham looked surprised. “You want to know who I am?”
Bart, seeing that he seemed to be frightened, decided that he was insignificant. His face became even colder.
Bart wanted to reply, but Bowen, the head of the Marquez Family who had been surrounded by the crowd before, hurried over with a group of people. Ignoring Bart as he pa.s.sed him, he stopped in front of Abraham and looked at him with respect and guilt. “Duke Abraham, you’re here early. I should have met you at the gate.”
The crowd at the banquet hall turned to Abraham and came up to salute him. Many people were here today for Duke Abraham.
“Duke… Abraham!” Bart’s face suddenly changed, and he was panic-stricken as he looked at the plain-looking, plain-dressed Abraham.
His main purpose today was to get close to Duke Abraham and expand his freight business in the Roth Empire. He’d thought that Bowen would welcome him in with a bang, so he hadn’t expected the man standing in front of him to be the duke himself.
Remembering what he had just said, Bart was unsettled, and could only hope that Abraham would not take it seriously. Fortunately, he had just spoken in a less friendly tone, and had not been too rude.
Abraham nodded with a smile. “I ate early this evening and then had a pleasant business conversation with Miss Christy. Then I went for a walk. I came earlier than I expected.”
The eyes of the crowd fell on Christy, and they were curious what business this beautiful lady had talked with Duke Abraham to make him so happy. This lady had to be extraordinary.
Some people recognized Christy, and were amazed at how quickly this competent Buffett Banks’ manager had struck a deal with Abraham, who had just arrived in the city.
Of course, more people were thinking about how to make use of this lady to get closer to the Duke.
“Could it be…” Bart remembered what Christy had just said. Did she come late because she was doing business with Duke Abraham? I was hard on her.
Bart’s fear grew as he thought about it.
“I see. This lady is really young and promising. It was the duke’s first business deal after he arrived,” Bowen said with a smile as he looked at Christy. The crowd laughed as well. They looked at Christy with admiration.
Christy smiled back, saluted Abraham, and respectfully said, “Duke Abraham, it’s great to see you again.”
“You too,” said Abraham. Then he looked at Bart, who was slowly moving towards the back of the crowd. “Hey, you asked me who I am. I’m Abraham. I see you just had a very unhappy conversation with Miss Christy. What were you two talking about?”