Read The Ultimate Husband [by Skykissing wolf] Chapter 272 – Circe was headed to the washroom just as Darryl entered the dining area.
A playful thought entered his mind, letting out a hushed chuckle.
’If I were to steal Circe’s phone and purse, she won’ t be able to pay. Let’s see what happens to Declan then!’
He bumped into Circe. At the same time, he smoothly swiped her phone and purse.
He was reading up on the Shadow skills yesterday. Using it in practice for the first time was slightly nerve-racking, but thankfully, it worked.
Darryl was giddy with excitement on the inside, but he pretended to be embarrassed. He apologized to Circe, “I’m so sorry. I was in a rush and didn’t notice you!”
Darryl took a good look at her up close. Gorgeous. Extremely gorgeous.
During the dinner, Circe drank the least, but her exquisite face was still slightly flushed. Combined with her ice-cold personality, it was somehow charmingly seductive.
Darryl’s movement was fast and discreet. She did not realize that her phone and purse were missing.
“It’s fine,” she muttered, walking away right after.
Whether Darryl did it on purpose or not, she did not care. However, the other guys in the room were unhappy.
B****y h**l How dare this l***r bump into a gorgeous lady like her?
A mixture of envy and annoyance, they started insulting Darryl.
“Darryl, are you blind? Can’t you see where you are going?”
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you? What a r****d.”
Insults after insults were hurled at Darryl, but he ignored them all and returned to his seat.
As people were about to leave after the dinner ended, Declan slumped onto the table, pretending to be drunk and unconscious.
The rest were flabbergasted. He was supposed to be buying dinner, how could he be drunk and unconscious? If he does not pay, no one can leave.
Miles approached Declan in a faux-drunken state and gave him a pat on the back.
“Declan, Declan! It’s time to go!” he yelled.
Declan did not move, pretending not to hear him. ’Wow, these two can really act.’
Darryl watched them with amusement.
The others—utterly oblivious to their plan— thought that Declan was genuinely wasted.
Someone dragged Miles away from Declan. “It’s fine. He’s out cold. There’s no point in yelling,” he exclaimed.
Miles asked helplessly, “What should we do? We haven’t paid for the meal.” He then asked the waiter, “Please let us know the total amount.”
The waiter walked in with the bill.
“Sir, the total is twenty-eight million, three hundred and fifty thousand,” he answered.
This meal cost close to thirty million!?
Everyone gasped. Though they were from wealthy families, they had never spent that much on a meal.
Miles was stunned.
“What the f*ck?” he fumed. “My pocket money for half a year is barely five million bucks!”
He tried to show that he wanted to pay, but he did not have enough cash to foot the bill.
The rest were stunned to silence. Who was going to cough up thirty million bucks?
“Wait, didn’t we use Darryl’s VIP card to reserve this room?” someone suddenly blurted. “Can’t we just put it on his tab? Declan can return Darryl the money tomorrow.”
Everyone nodded in agreement. Darryl snickered under his breath.
‘This bunch of b******s. First, they insulted me for no reason. Now, they use me when they need my help.’
The waiter apologized, “I’m so sorry. We cannot put it on a tab, even for VIP guests.”
The crowd fell silent once more. If they could not put it on the tab, it would be hard to deal with.
“I’ll pay for it,” Circe spoke up.
Thank goodness for Circe. They all cheered in their hearts. She is from Kyoto’s Newman family; this should be a small sum for her.
Just as she was about to reach for her phone, she frowned. Odd, her phone and purse were gone.