The Billionaire’s Surprise Twins

Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Mr. Smith’s Face Had Turned Deathly Pale

Suzanne scowled and softly reprimanded, “Don’t just go along with whatever’s happening. Let me ask you, do you have the guts to say you can afford to pay for today’s meal?”

Suzanne was an award–winning actress, so her assistant was quite well–paid. However, this was The Regalia. Mr. Smith had booked the most expensive dishes, so each table of ten would cost around 88,000. That did not include the drinks either. With ten full tables, the dinner would cost at least a

million!

The assistant pouted and sulkily shook her head. “No.”

“You see?” Suzanne lowered her voice even further so that only she and her assistant could hear what she said. “You are my assistant, yet you cannot afford to pay for everyone’s food tonight. They offered to pay without hesitation. Think about it, why would they say that if they can’t afford to pay?”

The assistant finally understood what Suzanne meant and hurriedly slapped her hands over her mouth while shaking her head.

From the moment Mr. Smith mentioned blacklisting Claire from the industry, no one other than the producer dared speak up to defend Claire.

This was just a trivial matter. If Mr. Smith had just let it go so that Claire and Julia could sit down and properly enjoy a feast with everyone,

they were certain Claire would have paid.

However, with how ugly things have become, Claire and Julia would find a meal with them revolting.

When Jon saw Mr. Smith forcefully dragging Claire back, his face darkened, and he swiftly grabbed Mr. Smith’s thumb and twisted it backward.

“Aah!” Mr. Smith instinctively withdrew his hand.

As he cradled his thumb, he glared at Jon. “You brat! How dare you attack me!”

He then raised his hand as if to slap Jon.

Claire pulled Jon close to her and frostily asked, “Are you really going to hit a 3–year–old boy, Mr. Smith?”

Everyone anxiously watched as the air went tense. After all, Jon was only a 3–year–old. Claire was also a woman while Mr. Smith was a man. No matter how angry he was, he should not hit a child or the child’s mother.

Mr. Smith did not hit Jon. Instead, he slapped Claire across the face as he continued to curse her out without care for what it would look like.

“He’s just a brat without manners! I’ll beat you up as well!”

Claire was about to strike back when someone suddenly darted past her and grabbed Mr. Smith’s hand. With a slight turn, that person grabbed Mr. Smith’s wrist and twisted it.

Mr. Smith screamed in pain before he even knew who had attacked him.

His attacker did not give him a chance to catch his breath as they forcefully twisted it harder until Mr. Smith broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. His body spun in the air until feet clad in leather shoes stuck him in the back of his knees, forcing him to his knees.

Everything had happened so quickly that it felt effortless.

Everyone stared in shock at the tall man with an oppressive aura lingering around him. Suddenly, they all got to their feet and respectfully greeted, “Mr. Sean!”

“M–Mr. Sean?”

Perhaps it was the pain, and perhaps it was the fear; Mr. Smith’s face had turned deathly pale. He slowly turned around. When he saw Sean’s face and terrifying eyes staring down at him, he immediately trembled with fear as big drops of sweat rolled down his head.

Sean glared down at Mr. Smith with a derisive smirk on his lips as he

tightened his grip around Mr. Smith’s arm. “How dare you call my children

brats.”

“Aah!”

Mr. Smith howled in agony. His arm felt like it was going to snap in half.

Everyone sharply inhaled while Mr. Smith screamed. What did Sean just say?

They were his children?

Goodness!

Mr. Smith had really stepped onto a landmine.

No one in the entire nation, let alone Silverton, would dare to insult Sean’s

children.

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191 Mr. Smith’s Face Had Tumed Deathly Pale

At that moment, Suzanne’s assistant sneakily gave Suzanne a thumbs up.

Thank goodness Suzanne stopped her just now. Who knew what she might ha said otherwise?

Suzanne smirked. She did not get as far as she did by being a fool.

The entertainment industry was a messy place. Beauty was not the only reason

for her success. Her social skills played a crucial role in her career.

Mr. Smith was sobbing hard as his entire being was filled with regret.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Vanderbilt! I was a fool! I was a potty mouth! Please forgive me! Please!”

The producer sighed. No one could help Mr. Smith now.

He walked around the tables toward Claire. After respectfully nodding to Sean, he turned to Claire.

“This was nothing in the first place. Mr. Smith blew it out of proportion. He was wrong to have insulted you and your children as well as hit you. I will not beg for mercy, but… we are at a wrap party. Everyone just wants to celebrate after a month of hard work. No one expected this to happen. I sincerely apologize to you and your children for the harm you have

suffered.”

He then bowed deeply to Claire.

Claire’s eyes twitched. What was going on with her life?

Why did people keep bowing to her?

The producer’s bow was so deep that one might have thought he was bowing to a

stead.

Claire leaned to the side and ignored the producer’s apology. Being bowed to by so many people decades older than her had instilled a fear in her.

Claire gently tugged at Sean’s shirt. “Sir.”

When Sean looked at her, the icy look on his face had vanished, replaced by

an intense warmth. “Yes?”

Claire gently pursed her lips and whispered, “Don’t be too hard on him. The children are watching. We don’t want to traumatize them.”

Sean glanced at Belle who was clutching tight to Claire’s thigh while staring up at them with terrified eyes. Jon might look calm and composed, but Sean could not teach Jon that it was okay to attack other people.

He let go of Mr. Smith and lifted Belle in a carry.

Before Mr. Smith could get to his feet, Sean’s cold voice echoed through the

room.

“You’re done for, Mr. Smith, for insulting my children and hitting my woman.”

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“Mr. Sean, the show…”

Sean darkly interrupted the producer, stating, “Claire is the scriptwriter,

so I’ll let the show be released. I’m not that unreasonable. My only target

is Mr. Smith.”