I Have a Tycoon Granpa

Chapter 15 A fight in the Bar

Fraser was power, rich and willful...

All the people raised their glasses to Fraser, shouting and cheering for his magnanimity. Only Filip and

others were gloomy.

When Fraser returned to the VIP booth, Filip suddenly woke up and looked at Fraser with cold eyes,

"How dare you frame me?"

"I said, you can't afford to play some games, and you can't afford to offend some people." Fraser

shrugged and said.

"Waiter, give him my bill." Fraser called the waiter over and pointed to Filip.

Filip was ferocious on face and kicked at the waiter, “Get out of my way! Why should I pay the bill?"

"That loser said that and he should pay." Filip cursed loudly.

"Who will pay?" The waiter looked at Filip and later at Fraser, and then he went to the manager.

As soon as the waiter left, Fraser became anxious.

He took a look at the bill and found the total bill unexpectedly was more than two million. Both Filip and

Fraser were scared.

Fuck, he could not handle it. If Filip refused to pay it, what should he do?

If his father owned this bar, it would be ok. What if he didn't?

"Filip, are you a man or not? Can’t you even afford a game?" Fraser swore directly.

Filip staggered over and pointed to Fraser's nose, “Yes, I just can't afford to it."

Filip showed a sinister smile, thinking Fraser could not do anything to him.

It was obviously a bluff.

Jay stood up and said, "My friend, you are too sinister. Filip promised to pay the bill for your friend, but

are those people all your friends? I'm afraid you can't even name them."

"Yes, you framed on me first." Filip said.

When Fraser was helpless, Grace spoke after being silent for a long while with a smile, “Who set the

rule that making a friend must know each other's name?"

"Will you pay the bill or not?" Grace's face darkened.

Filip took a look at Grace, suddenly burst in to laughter, “Little girl, I will not pay this bill."

"If you don't feel good, you can hit me!"

As Filip finished his words, Grace grabbed the empty bottle of the royal salute and hit it on the head of

Filip.

"How dare you hit my friend!"

"Bitch, do you know who my friend is?"

Jay and Zach stood up at the same time, staring at Grace.

Grace clapped hands unhurriedly, “I don’t care who he is. He said I can hit him if I don’t feel good. I

don’t feel good, so I hit him, is there a problem?"

"Jay, Zach, hit her!" Filip shouted lying on the ground.

"But..." Jay and Zach hesitated. They were told by their families that they cannot make a trouble in The

Old Days.

"Fuck, I'll take the blame!"

Since Filip would take the responsibility, Jay and Zach did not fear.

Whatever happened would be Filip’s responsibility.

Jay and Zach moved, regardless of Grace was a woman. Fraser helped.

After Filip got up from the ground, he grabbed an empty bottle and brandished it toward Fraser's head.

"Son of bitch, I put up with you for a long time. You just won a lottery ticket. Big deal! "

With a bottle brandishing in Fraser's head, Filip shouted, “I kill you today!"

Just then, Grace’s man came back.

He saw Grace being hit and ran over like crazy. He punched Jay and Zach to the ground.

"Who the hell are you, even dare to hit me. Do you know who I am? My father is Samuel Marsh!" Zach

lied on the ground and shouted loudly at Grace’s man.

"Samuel Marsh is a cock!" the man did not know who Samuel Marsh was, so he punched in the face of

Zach again and again.

Jay was too scared to speak, but Grace stepped on the middle of his thigh. Jay's mouth issued a pig-

killing scream.

"Fuck, you are just a group of rich second generation. What a big deal!"

"I am Grace Lam, my father is Boss Lam in Donhey!" Said Grace in a cold voice.

"Aren’t we competing our fathers? Come on, let’s do it!"

Perhaps Grace was not as rich as Zach, but no one in Donhey dared to provoke Boss Lam and Alan

Hamilton.

These two men were the underworld emperors in Donhey.

Jay and others changed their expression instantly and became pale on face. They did not date to fight

with underworld.

Even Filip was scared about the identity of Grace.

Just then, a police car honked outside the bar.

"It's a great place. The police are here in a few minutes." A middle-aged man with glasses said with a

smile.

The police car came, but the policeman didn't come in.

The bar steward came over and looked at Filip and others, “Good, on our first day of opening, you

fought here. Do you think we can be bullied?"

"Come on, send them one by one to the station, and let them have a few days in prison." The bar

steward chuckled.

Filip and others quickly said out their fathers’ names, but it did not work.

"Forget it, your property adds up together was far from that of our boss. I will give you face and tell your

fathers come to beg me!" Bar steward asked the waiters to catch Filip and others and sent them into

the police car.

"And them." After Filip and others were taken away, the bar steward pointed to Grace et al.

"I don't care who started it. If you start a disturbance in our bar, I will send you to prison no matter who

you are." Exclaimed the bar steward, as if issuing a warning.

Fraser’s scalp was broken by Filip and he shed a lot of blood. Grace lied prone on Fraser's head, to

wipe his blood.

"All right, stop that. When you get to the police station, someone will help stop the bleeding."

A waiter pushed aside Grace's body. But when the bar steward saw Fraser's face, he was shocked and

said in a trembling voice, “Young Master.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Wait!" Shouted the bar steward.

"Call an ambulance!" The bar steward was completely panicked, looking at Fraser's eyes, full of fear.

The bar steward was frightened. If Douglas found out his son was beaten, there would a storm!

Especially Fraser was injured in The Old Days. Douglas investigated it, he would be screwed.

Others did not know the identity of Fraser, but the bar steward know it. When he came to the Donhey,

Douglas showed him Fraser's photo and asked him to secretly protect Fraser, preventing him from

getting hurt.

But now Fraser got hurt under his eye.

"Boss, what should we do about them? Shall we take them to the police station?" Asked several

waiters, looking at their steward.

"Shit, they're obviously victims. Are you fucking blind? Can't you see that?!" the bar steward scolded

and took Grace and others upstairs.

Fraser was also helped up and given a simple dressing.

"He just had a bruise and didn't need an ambulance." Grace looked at Fraser's head and said.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just had some blood." Fraser felt he was ok.

But the bar steward insisted, “No, this boy shed so much blood, sure he needs to go to hospital for a

blood transfusion first and then have an examination of the whole body!"

The bar steward prayed silently in his heart that Fraser didn't be concussed!

Grace smiled, feeling strange, “It is not only my brother bleeding. That boy taken away by you is

bleeding on head too. You are not anxious about him!"

The bar steward smiled, “I didn't see that someone else had his head broken. Maybe the light was too

dark."

Douglas said that Fraser's true identity should not be exposed before he came back, so he did not dare

to talk about it.

"Where's Filip? He hasn't paid yet!?"

At this moment, Fraser suddenly remembered something.