Chapter 14: Road Blocked.

"So, this wine's price is quite high, isn't it?"

At this moment, Isabella stood up and approached the restaurant's server, asking in a low voice.

"Yes, this bottle of wine is priced at thirty-five thousand dollars by the restaurant. Including the food you've just ordered, the total cost is over thirty-eight thousand."

Hearing the server's response, Isabella's expression turned sour. A dinner that wasted tens of thousands of dollars was highly wasteful, and she couldn't help but stare intently at Benjamin.

"Hey, why are you all looking at me like that? He clearly said he was treating me to dinner. Plus, he agreed to let me order the wine. This can't be blamed on me. It's what he wanted!"

Benjamin feigned innocence, shrugging his shoulders and looking at Isabella and Winston as if none of this had anything to do with him.

"Winston, if you don't want to drink the wine, why don't we return it? After all, I can't drink this type of wine either."

Seeing that the situation was irreparable, Isabella could only gently suggest this to Winston. Hearing her words, Winston felt a moment of relief.

However, the server's voice soon rang out, clearly unhappy.

"I'm sorry, but due to the restaurant's policy, it cannot be taken back once this wine is served. You can take it home if you don't want to drink it. Additionally, there's a distinguished guest in the next room who also wants this wine. If you find it inconvenient, you can contact them. Hopefully, they'll agree to help you pay for this bottle."

The server's final words were a reminder to Winston. After all, she had seen him generously tip hundreds of dollars earlier and felt somewhat grateful to him.

But at this moment, Winston's face turned extremely ugly. He knew that the server meant well, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing in front of Isabella.

"Fine, it's just a few tens of thousands of dollars. I can still pay for this meal. Benjamin, if you want to drink good wine next time, just let me know in advance. Few tens of thousands of dollars are not a big deal for me. However, what you've done has left me somewhat disappointed."

Although Winston tried to maintain a calm exterior, deep down, he really wanted to strangle Benjamin on the spot. However, his words still had a strong effect.

At that moment, Isabella glanced at Benjamin before and straightforwardly said: "Winston, just split the bill in half. I don't want a dinner like this to cost you so much money."

In truth, Isabella's suggestion ideally suited Winston's nature. However, he wanted to take advantage of an excellent opportunity to show his attitude toward Isabella.

Thus, before Isabella could continue talking, Winston quickly took out his bank card and handed it to the restaurant server.

"No need. I'll pay for it if I say I'm treating you today, this dinner, you don't have to worry about me. To me, these tens of thousands of dollars are nothing."

Seeing Winston's decisive action, Isabella had no choice but to nod and return to her seat. However, the atmosphere of tonight's dinner had lost its charm.

"Isabella, I think we've eaten enough and had our drinks. How about I take you for a walk outside?"

Winston suggested a walk because Isabella needed to be more enthusiastic about the food on the table. However, Benjamin stood up first, looking at them as he spoke.

"Hey, we haven't finished eating yet. Don't waste it, alright? My friend, you're not drinking this wine anymore, right? Then I'll take it home. After all, it's so expensive, and it would be a shame to waste it. And this caviar too. Even though the taste isn't anything special, each piece is valuable. Leaving it behind would be extravagant."

After saying this, Benjamin ignored the piercing gazes of Isabella and Winston. He got up and went outside to call a server.

"Miss, help me pack up all these things. I want to take everything home."

Seeing an extravagant feast being gathered by Benjamin and put into a large plastic bag, the waitress's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't believe someone like Benjamin would have the audacity to do this. He came here to dine, ordered expensive dishes, and even wanted to take the leftovers home. What kind of person was he?

Although he didn't know the waitress's thoughts, Benjamin urged her when he saw her standing there, dumbfounded.

"Hey, what are you standing there for? Help me pack up this wine to take home. It's a wine bottle worth tens of thousands of dollars, and it would be a pity to waste it!"

At this point, Isabella could no longer contain her frustration. She slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and yelled: "Benjamin!"

However, Benjamin's actions only paused for a moment. Then, he squinted at her and flashed a grin.

"Wife, don't you love seafood? This dish has Alaskan lobster, scallops, and fish. They're all nutritious, and we can always reheat the leftovers tomorrow. There's also..."

"Shut up! I don't want anything to do with someone like you!"

After listening to Benjamin's endless chatter, Isabella finally loses her patience. She yelled and then turned away, leaving the dining room. At that moment, Winston also glanced at Benjamin with a smirk.

"Sorry, I have to take your wife to the hotel now. If you're interested, I can rent a room next to ours."

Winston said this quietly, just loud enough for Benjamin to hear. Benjamin clenched his fist in anger, wanting to punch Winston's smug face, but he held back, remembering Isabella was still around. He responded sarcastically.

"Thank you, but my wife just got her period. Are you sure you want to experience the 'first time' with her?"

Although he knew Benjamin was provoking him, Winston couldn't help but curse. His gaze then turned cold, staring intently at Benjamin.

"This isn't over. My friends are waiting outside, and they're very interested in you. I hope you can leave in one piece."

With a final threat, Winston smugly left the dining room to join Isabella, who was waiting in the parking lot. As Benjamin watched Winston walk away, his smile faded, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes: "You better not do anything stupid. If you do, your fate will be truly miserable."

"Hey, are you there? Are you blind? How could you hit into us?"

As Benjamin left the dining room, he had yet to get far when a noisy group of three approached. Suddenly, Benjamin stumbled and bumped into a burly man's companion.

Before Benjamin could react, another towering man charged forward, pointing at Benjamin and yelling.

Seeing their behavior and recalling Winston's earlier threat, Benjamin narrowed his eyes. Then, casually, he looked at the three men before him.

"You three better leave before I lose my temper and punch each of you!"

"What did you say?"

"Are you asking for a beating?!"

All three prominent men glared at Benjamin, but he showed no fear. Instead, he casually scratched his ear and looked at them with disdain.

"What's the matter? Are you all deaf? Get lost, and I don't have time to fool around with you guys."

Benjamin truly despised these thugs. No matter how tall and menacing they appeared, they could not intimidate him. He could easily take down all three of them with just a few punches.

Of course, Winston had never seen Benjamin fight before. Hearing Benjamin's bold words and his willingness to confront the thugs, Winston secretly rejoiced. At the same time, his contempt for Benjamin only grew.

"How foolish, daring to mess with Mr. Tiger's people. It seems this guy really wants to be beaten to death."

However, as this thought crossed Winston's mind, a large man suddenly charged toward Benjamin, aiming a punch at him. Before Winston could even celebrate the prospect of Benjamin being brutally beaten, a hand swung out, knocking the thug away and slamming him against a nearby wall.

Bang!

"Damn it, who dares to cause trouble on Mr. Tiger's turf?"

From the adjacent VIP room, a bald man with a long scar stretching about three centimeters above his right eye appeared, enraged and shouting.