My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 160

At that moment tapped his phone against the glass table, slow and rhythmic. "Just say any more nonsense word, We make the call. your name will be erased from the restaurant system before morning."

Still, the manager remained silent.

But inside, he was boiling. Not with fear, but with something worse—realization. These weren’t empty threats. He knew it. The kind of men who didn’t raise their voice but moved things with influence. And now, they were just waiting... waiting for him to fold.

He wasn’t going to do it, And they weren’t going to stop until he did either.

however they are just digging their own grave

Avery and Liam stood back, watching the chaos unfold, neither of them lifted a finger to stop it.

Avery’s arms were crossed, her chin tilted slightly up as if she was enjoying the mess—but her mind wasn’t on Edward’s theatrics.

She had come here with one goal: to humiliate Valentina. To bring her crashing down in front of everyone. And yet, that moment never came. Somehow, Valentina had stolen all the spotlight again. This—this wasn’t the plan.

However Liam, on the other hand, clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing on Raymond. He had envisioned this evening ending with Raymond embarrassed and Valentina realizing her mistake—realizing she married beneath her.

But now? Now the manager was bowing to Raymond.

Now the atmosphere had shifted completely.

Liam’s pride flared, bitter and sharp in his throat. No. He couldn’t let it end this way. He hadn’t even spoken his part yet. If he could just twist the blame, just make it seem like all this chaos was Raymond’s fault... he might still turn this around.

"Manager," Liam said, stepping forward calmly, his voice louder than before. "You should apologize. What you did was completely unprofessional. You disrespected us all. You bowed to one person and ignored the rest. That’s a slap to everyone here."

Hearing Liam word’s the manager didn’t flinch. He stood there, hands calmly clasped in front of him, his eyes unreadable. Then his lips curved slightly—not in a smile, but something colder.

"I know exactly what I did," the manager said, his voice was deep and clear. "And I know who owns this restaurant."

Everyone went quiet again, Avery’s brow twitched.

Edward, frozen mid-stalk, narrowed his gaze.

"What are you saying?" Liam asked, his tone shifting.

At that moment the manager’s gaze swept the room slowly, before it settled on Liam. "I know the company this restaurant falls under. I know the system that governs its decisions. And I know exactly who signs the authorization for our most private VIP halls." He tilted his head. "You all came here as guests,"

Immediately he stepped forward.

"You came into this restaurant and start destroying things, who you know which company this restaurant falls under."

he looked around, then shake his head.

"I guess none of you know."

The moment the manager’s voice cut through the air again, the tension inside the room thickened like storm clouds gathering over still water.

"You shouldn’t even be bothered," he said coldly, his eyes fixed on Edward and the others like a judge handing down a verdict. "People like you shouldn’t even stretch a leg under this roof if you truly understood whose name keeps the lights on here."

Edward, mid-step with a chair half-dragged beneath him, stiffened. His fingers loosened.

"What did you say?" he asked, his voice suddenly quieter, almost hoarse.

"I said," the manager continued, each word hitting like a warning drum, "since your arrogance has clouded your sense of place, let me clear it for you."

At that moment the room was dead silent. Even Avery’s sneer faltered.

"This restaurant," the manager said, sweeping his arm wide, "is fully owned and operated under GSK Investment Group."

At that moment the word hit them like a slap in the face.

The silence shattered into a hundred pieces inside their minds.

Edward’s foot—still raised to stomp another chair—froze mid-air. He slowly set it down as if the ground beneath him had become sacred.

His partner in destruction—clutched the bottle he had been ready to smash, now staring at it like it had grown thorns.

They all froze. As if someone had nailed their feet to the floor.

At that moment Liam’s heart skipped a beat. The smugness drained from his face as if someone had pulled a plug inside him. GSK? ’No. That couldn’t be true.’

"Wait—wait," Edward stammered, his voice suddenly trembling. "You said... this place... is under GSK?"

The manager slowly nodded.

"And if you knew even a fraction of who was sitting across from you tonight, you would have thought twice before touching a single chair."

At that moment Edward suddenly chuckled—loud, dry, and full of disbelief. The sound cut through the room like a blade.

"Is that the best lie you’ve got?" he scoffed, folding his arms with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. "You really think you can just throw GSK’s name into the mix and scare us off?"

Immediately he turned to the others, as if looking for backup. "This manager’s just trying to save his neck. he had disrespected us, and now he wants to use a name that’s too big for his mouth. GSK? Please."

A few others—especially his ally—nodded in agreement, emboldened by Edward’s bold front.

"Even if this restaurant looks expensive, even if the owner’s from a top-tier family," Edward added, voice rising as if he was in front of an audience, "do you know who we are? Put all of us together—me, Liam, Darren, Avery, our friend in the military—we’ll give that so-called ’owner’ the fight of his life."

He looked back at the manager with a sneer. "And you? You’ll be sacked before sunset."

The room stirred. Some of their classmates exchanged hesitant glances— nobody really knew if the manager was bluffing or actually confident.

The manager didn’t flinch. His expression hadn’t changed.

Avery leaned in to whisper something to Liam, but before she could speak, the double doors of the restaurant suddenly creaked open—pushed slowly but deliberately.

Immediately all eyes turned.

Three men walked in. Dressed in sleek, custom-fitted suits.