Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 409

Chapter 409: Chapter 409: Fighting for a Parking Spot_1

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Julius Reed didn’t want to come, but he really had something urgent to tend to.

The situation in Five-river Province was too chaotic, with information continuously being sent over by Finn Carmichael, even suggesting that many were planning to infiltrate Gonzalez City.

With the New Year approaching, Julius Reed didn’t want to be restless even during the holidays, so he went to Copper Sparrow Platform to arrange for Aron Jackson to set up defenses. As for the matters concerning the Skyfire Cult and the Ridge Family, Finn Carmichael and Lucan Davenport were monitoring everything thoroughly.

Both sides were fiercely clashing, and it was rumored that the mysterious woman might arrive in Five-river Province after the New Year, so both parties were restraining themselves.

After leaving Copper Sparrow Platform, Julius Reed glanced at the time and cursed silently: damn!

The time he’d agreed upon with Quella Radcliffe was almost upon them, and it was the peak period for traffic congestion in the evening.

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Taking a helicopter was clearly unrealistic; it was too conspicuous, and inconvenient as well.

After some thought, Julius Reed asked Aron Jackson for an electric bike again and rode it on the sidewalk, rushing to the location sent by Quella Radcliffe.

A journey that might have taken forty minutes by car only took fifteen minutes on the electric bike.

Roosevelt Western Restaurant, how ironic.

It was a restaurant owned by him.

As for the original owner of the restaurant, it was naturally Ovidiu Cook.

Back then, Julius Reed thought it would be romantic to take Quella Radcliffe out for some Western cuisine, so he chose this Western restaurant, which had been famous in Five-river Province for a long time.

The features were quite authentic, said to be very close to the style overseas.

Not a mock Western cuisine.

Because it was dinner time, the restaurant was very crowded, and Knox Ridge and his group had formed a long queue upon their arrival.

When Julius Reed arrived at the new Roosevelt restaurant on his electric bike, he coincidentally snagged the last available ground parking spot.

An electric bike is still a vehicle, so naturally, it needed to be parked somewhere.

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So, Julius Reed braked, dismounted, and locked his bike in one smooth action!

Beep! Beep!

Just then, a car horn resounded from behind.

Julius Reed turned around and saw a Mercedes lowering its window and honking at him.

“Hey! Move your damn electric bike, scram!”

Lewis Leocadia had been looking for a parking spot for a long time, and just when he spotted one, he drove over to find it taken by an electric bike!

He was nearly driven mad with frustration!

He had rented a car to make a good impression, only to be met with this inconvenience.

Finding a parking space was harder than reaching the heavens!

“Ever heard of ‘first come, first served’?!”

Julius Reed ignored Lewis Leocadia. He was already running late and needed to hurry over to dine with Quella Radcliffe.

Otherwise, if he was late, Knox Ridge’s dawdling would never end.

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“Give me your spot for a hundred bucks, how about it?”

Lewis Leocadia pulled out a hundred-yuan note from his pocket: “That’s enough for your day’s earnings!”

He judged Julius Reed by his attire and the electric bike, assuming he was a delivery person.

“Do you think you have a lot of money?”

Julius Reed walked over, snatched the banknote, and slammed it onto Lewis Leocadia’s face: “Keep your money and spend it yourself, idiot!”

If it hadn’t been for Quella Radcliffe’s urgency, he would have seriously taught this spectacled man a lesson in manners.

“The poor these days sure have a lot of pride!”

Bryson Ridge, sitting in the passenger seat, said sarcastically: “No wonder they remain poor, letting a money-making opportunity slip by just like that. They deserve to ride electric bikes for life!”

“Let’s keep looking!”

Watching Julius Reed’s retreating figure, Bryson Ridge spat and cursed under her breath: “Trouble always comes from where least expected!”

Lewis Leocadia drove around again, but the ground parking spots were all taken, with not a single space available.

There were many other cars waiting outside, indicating just how popular Roosevelt Western Restaurant was.

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“Mom, what do we do now? There’s no parking!”

Lewis Leocadia punched the steering wheel in frustration. He had rented a Mercedes at great expense to show off to his aunt, only to be greeted by gridlock as soon as he entered the city.

After a grueling journey, they finally arrived, only to find no parking spaces available upon entering.

They had been driving around for over ten minutes, and still, no car left.

“Go! Smash that electric scooter! Screw this poor bastard, we can just pay him off! Taking up a parking space like that, seriously no quality!”

Knox Ridge thought of Julius Reed’s arrogant demeanor, and she was seething with anger.

“Okay, Mom.”

Lewis Leocadia excitedly backed the car up, and viciously crushed the electric scooter beneath it.

Seemingly feeling that one hit wasn’t satisfying enough, he repeatedly smashed into it several times, making sure the electric scooter was completely totaled before getting out of the car.

Looking at the scooter now shattered into pieces everywhere, Lewis Leocadia felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

“Let’s see what you, you dumbfuck, are going to use to deliver meals now. Wait until you get fined to death for being late!”

He walked over to the scooter and violently kicked it twice, only then feeling some relief.

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“Let’s go, let’s go eat, I’m starving!”

Knox Ridge pulled Lewis Leocadia along, heading towards the Roosevelt restaurant.

By the time Julius Reed entered the restaurant, he found that Quella Radcliffe and her party were still queuing.

Thinking of his mother-in-law’s explosive temper, he had no choice but to make a call to get Quella Radcliffe over.

“Have you arrived?”

Quella Radcliffe walked over, somewhat displeased.

“Are you upset because I was late? Something came up.”

Julius Reed felt very guilty.

“No!”

Quella Radcliffe laughed dryly, a bit helplessly speaking, “It’s my Fourth Aunt, showing off as soon as she got back. My mother loves boasting too but just can’t compete with them; she’s stewing with frustration! My male cousin is also so vain!”

Thinking of Lewis Leocadia’s behavior, she felt disgusted.

“Still queuing?”

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Julius Reed glanced at the spot where Knox Ridge and Burl Radcliffe were, with over ten more people ahead of them.

“Yeah, I never expected the Roosevelt restaurant to be this popular. If I’d known, we should have come earlier to queue. Everyone is hungry and later my aunt and cousin are going to complain!”

Quella Radcliffe said helplessly.

“Wait here. I have a friend here; I’ll let them help you cut the line. Just don’t say it was me; tell them you’ve got a friend here.”

After saying this, Julius Reed turned and headed toward the manager’s office.

As he pushed open the door of the manager’s office, the manager who was watching a movie on his computer hastily shut it down, cursing irritably, “Who the fuck doesn’t know to knock!”

“It’s me!”

Julius Reed closed the door behind him and walked over to the opposite side.

“Boss!”

The manager, realizing it was his boss, hurriedly dropped the arrogant act and adopted a fawning manner, “When did you get here? If I’d known you were coming, I would have personally welcomed you.”

He knew full well Julius Reed’s clout, having bought this top-tier Western restaurant from Ovidiu Cook; he was clearly no ordinary man.

“Cut the crap. I need a table for six.”

Julius Reed spoke plainly and to the point.

“No problem! Upstairs in the Vaughn Danvers Hall, I’ve kept it reserved for you! You can head straight there!”

The manager quickly replied.

“With a queue outside, how come you still have a room available?”

Julius Reed looked at the manager with a puzzled expression.

“Heh, boss, I was planning to invite my girlfriend to dinner tonight, so I’d reserved it. But now that you need it, naturally, it’s yours to use!”

The manager scratched his head, a bit embarrassed.

“Do that again, and you’re fired! Oh and, keep an eye on that electric scooter at the door for me, don’t let anything happen to it.”

After instructing him, Julius Reed left the restaurant.

“Don’t worry, I’ll send someone to watch your scooter right now!”

The manager phoned the head of security, “Keep an eye on the electric scooter outside the door, or get the hell out!”