Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1156: Are you threatening me?

"Okay, I got it."

Edgar hung up the phone, looking unusually gloomy.

"Well?" Thomas asked in a rush to get out.

"Let's go up."

With those words, Edgar quickly opened the door and got out of the car.

Thomas followed him, and the two of them walked into the restaurant, one after the other.

"Gentlemen, please stop!"

As soon as they entered, they were stopped.

Edgar and Thomas looked at each other, pretending to be puzzled, and asked, "Why can't you enter?"

"This place is packed, so please change your restaurant."

"It's packed?" Thomas pretended to be shocked, "Who's so rich that they've closed the place."

Edgar sighed, "Looks like we'll just have to change places, I was hoping for an Italian."

With that said, they both turned around, exchanged glances and were about to just knock out the shop assistant who had stopped them. Just then, a familiar voice rang out.

"Wait a minute."

Edgar and Thomas looked at the voice and both of their eyes widened abruptly, what was he doing here?

Rowson walked over, his eyes sweeping over Edgar and Thomas, and said to the shop assistant, "They're my friends."

The clerk looked at Edgar and the two of them and said suspiciously, "Chef, are they really your friends?"

The chef?!

Since when did he become the chef of this restaurant?

Edgar and Thomas were even more confused.

"They are indeed my friends. Aren't they, Edgar and Thomas," Rowson smiled at them.

Both Edgar and Thomas winced at the suddenness of his addressing them in this way.

Edgar laughed dryly, "Yeah, we're friends. What a coincidence, I didn't expect you to be the chef here."

"I haven't been here long either, are you guys going to eat?" Rowson asked.

Thomas was busy nodding, "Yeah, yeah, we just wanted to have an Italian meal, but unfortunately the place was booked."

"That's fine, you guys come with me."

Rowson turned around and was about to show them in.

At this point, the clerk hurriedly spoke up, "Chef, you can't do that, the customer upstairs has told us that we can't serve any of them today."

"They're not guests, they're my friends." Rowson gave him a cold glance and led Edgar and the others inside, despite his obstruction.

The clerk had to give up; Rowson was the Italian chef whom the manager had personally hired, and the shop was doing much better these days because of his presence. He was too small a clerk to offend him.

"Eloise called me and said it was impossible to leave." Edgar said in a lowered voice as he followed Rowson.

Rowson looked back at him, "Later you guys pretend to be waiters and go in with the food, and get the man out in the process."

Thomas' eyes lit up at that, "That works!"

"I'll take you guys to get changed."

Rowson took them to the dressing room, found two waiter's uniforms for them to change into, and led them to the back kitchen.

...

Eloise returned to the booth and Lisa, her whole body glued to Bergerian, saw her enter and shot her a smug look.

Not bothering with her.

Eloise walks down the aisle to her seat without looking away.

Bergerian looks at her quietly for a moment before speaking slowly, "Sofía, I hope today will be a pleasant memory and I don't want anyone to interrupt us." The implication was a warning to her not to look for help.

Eloise raised an eyebrow and the corners of her mouth curled into a few sneers, "It's not a pleasant memory for me. So I hope it ends sooner rather than later." At the end of the sentence, there was a short knock on the door.

"Sir, the food is ready."

It was the waiter.

Eloise didn't move and frowned, why did the voice sound a little familiar?

Bergerian gave Eloise a look, "Come in."

The door was pushed open and two tall figures walked in, one in front of the other.

Although they both had their heads down, Eloise recognised them.

She was only momentarily surprised before she regained her calm, watery expression and watched as they placed the dishes on the table.

Bergerian looked at the two waiters, then at Eloise, and the corners of his mouth curled slowly, "Sofía, are they your friends?"

At these words, Edgar and Thomas, pretending to be waiters, instantly tensed up and subconsciously moved to Eloise's side. Eloise smiled, "Yes."

The smile on Bergerian's face didn't wane, "I don't think we're going to be able to eat this meal."

"I would be more than happy to accompany you to this meal as long as Mr Bergerian is sincere enough."

Now that Edgar and the others were here, Eloise had a lot more confidence.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you then."

The smile was withdrawn as soon as he said it, and Bergerian instantly cooled his face, "Carl, Matthew."

Carl and Matthew immediately pulled out their pistols and pointed them at Edgar.

The atmosphere in the box instantly became tense.

Faced with the blackened gun, Edgar smiled without changing his face, "Mr Bergerian, do you think this is Italy?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the compartment door was kicked open, only to see Rowson bursting in with a couple of men.

While Carl and Matthew were distracted by Rowson and the others, Thomas swiftly knocked the guns out of their hands and kicked them into the corner. The situation was now one in which Bergerian was clearly at a disadvantage.

He grimaced, his stern gaze sweeping round and finally landing on Eloise with a cold smile, "Sofía, I've really underestimated you."

EloiseEdwina gave a smile and said calmly, "Mr Bergerian, don't think you have everything under control, no one else is stupid."

Bergerian stared at her for a moment and suddenly laughed out loud a few times, "Sofía, you have not let me down." Such a smart woman, he liked it.

Eloise clearly felt a hint more appreciation in the way he looked at her.

Lisa was not happy to see Bergerian staring at Eloise, "Bergerian, she doesn't give a damn about you, why are you looking at her like that?" Bergerian ignored her displeasure and stood up, "Sofía, it doesn't seem to be the right day to meet. We'll make another date some other time." "You're just going to leave?" Eloise asked.

Bergerian raised an eyebrow, "Or what?"

"You haven't told me where my husband is." Eloise stood up.

Bergerian looked over at Edgar and them and sneered, "Do you think it's possible for me to tell you?"

"Possible or not, if you don't tell me where he is today, you're not walking out that door."

Bergerian laughed, "Sofía, are you threatening me?"

Eloise gave a noncommittal shrug, "I think anyone who isn't a fool can understand me."

At that Bergerian laughed out loud a few times, "You're funny, Sofía. it's just a pity you're someone else's wife, though..."

But it didn't matter whose wife she was as long as he wanted her to be.