Chapter 17: Reginald visited the snack market

Saying that, Heloise snatched his cellular phone and snapped a shot of herself for ID purposes.

"Huh?"

The silver-haired guy was thoroughly confused.

Did an innocent girl like her have such a hell of an ugly name?

"What, do you have any problem with that?" Heloise asked coldly.

"No, no, no, Auntie, you calling this name is simply rich and delicious!"

The silver-haired guy was about to pass out from the pain. How dared he contradict her?

"Six days later, at 10:00 pm, give me what I want at the 6th floor of Friendship mall, if you would not arrive then ..."

Heloise paused there and smiled at him before pulling out the skewer with one hand and taking the cellular phone away from his pocket with the other, saying word for word, "You will be dead."

The cellular phone was used as a collateral.

The silver-haired guy screamed in pain, "Yes, Yes, Yes, I will! I am Abel, I promise I will definitely reach there at that time!"

"That's good." Heloise didn't think much of it. "Clear the bill for my table, then you can leave."

"Yes, auntie, okay, no problem, my auntie."

The silver-haired guy covered his hand that was bleeding straight out and bowed as he stepped back.

Heloise was a little bit happy. What a coincidence! She was so lucky to get a rich meal for free.

Her hand raised, "Sir, give me another ten pounds of crayfish!"

Heloise was eating with gusto when there was a sudden clamor from afar.

She ignored it, but immediately afterward, she saw a group of men in black suits striding this way, each with a gun on their belt, coldly shouting, "All leave immediately, clear the area! We'll take over the whole market!"

Were they taking over a snack market with paying a lot of money?

It was really hard to understand the world of the rich.

Heloise looked at the table of food in front of her and couldn't bear to part with it, walking over to the barbecue stall and asking, "Give me a few packing boxes, please."

As she said that, she looked towards the side, and suddenly, she saw a gentlemanly man in a gray suit standing there, behind the group of men in black suits.

It was Ben Garcia, who was Reginald's assistant.

She hoped that it wouldn't be Reginald who was taking over the market, would it?

God damn.

Wasn't he the president of the biggest consortium in the PHOENIXFELL Empire? Shouldn't he be staying in such a luxury place as some six-star hotels?

Why would he come to this kind of shabby snack market?

Heloise couldn't care about packing her food, and she grabbed randomly the hat and disposable mask placed on the barbecue stall and put them on, and then took down the clothes hanging on the side and put them on too.

The zipper was sealed from the bottom to the top.

When she was done, Heloise lowered her head and walked out along with the cleared stream of people.

At her glance from the corner of her eye, she realized Ben was getting closer, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.

He was passing her!

Heloise had just seen her almost do it when her shoulder was suddenly pressed. Her heart was startled and she heard Ben Garcia's voice, "We are not clearing you these vendors, go back to your business and continue to bake something tasty."

"..."

Did he consider her as a vendor?

Heloise was confused for a moment, and when she looked down, she saw the words "Slobbering Barbecue" embroidered on the chest of her dress.

Just now she had to put on the barbecue uniform in haste.

Heloise looked down dejectedly, and Ben Garcia added, "Remember to bring out the cleanest and most hygienic ingredients from your stall. If you make any mistakes, I guarantee you won't be able to see the sunrise tomorrow."

He was saying the most ruthless words in the gentlest voice.

"..."

"Go ahead."

Ben glanced down at her. Was this person not quite smart in the head?

Heloise had to nod and turn around and walk back to the barbecue stall, having been afraid of being exposed by the owner of the "Slobbering Barbecue", but as it turned out, the original owner had disappeared.

It seemed that the owner was frightened by the striking scene and ran away.

It was good.

She could have a chance to play it by ear.

Heloise walked into the barbecue stall, and grabbed several meat skewers and put them on the stove, and performed to grill them.

Soon, the entire snack market was empty, where there was not a single customer left, only the night market stalls standing on both sides.