"N—Not at all, Ma’am. I believe in my best friend. He is very dedicated to you and will never cheat on you!" Michael insisted although he wasn’t sure of his own words.
He knew that Henry was definitely in love with Kate, but people could change when drunk. Who knew Henry might’ve been sexually pent-up and wanted an escapade after a fight with Kate?
Kate grinned.
As she looked around, she noticed this place wasn’t exactly a formal bar for business talk. Many young n around Henry’s age sat while surrounded by plenty of beautiful ladies who’d pour them drinks and shower them with mind-numbing amounts of empty praise.
Of course, these rich young masters took all the praises seriously because none of them got any approval or complints from their families, this place was a perfect escapade for them.
Kate knew that most of them were failures in life, as they could only spend their money but had no idea how to generate one. Unless they changed their way of life, they’d only bankrupt their family business with a series of bad decisions.
Kate imagined her man was being surrounded by two or more won on his sides, enjoying their attention while she was worried sick about his safety.
’I won’t forgive him if he dares to cheat on just because we had one fight. Even a useless trash like Matt won’t cheat that easily,’ Kate thought.
She searched for Henry to no avail until one of the waiters approached her and asked, "Excuse , Ma’am, may I help you with sothing?"
Kate looked at the waiter and asked, "I’m searching for my husband here."
"H—Husband?" the waiter was shocked. Most of the guests here are young masters in their 20s. It was rare for an old married man to be in here because of the open area unless he was ultra-rich and could rent the VIP room.
"Yes, he’s in here. He said I should pick him up," Kate continued.
The waiter’s body shuddered when this woman was staring at him.
She was gorgeous, but the stillness in her eyes scared him. It showed she was ready to strangle her husband to death if she caught him cheating.
The waiter regretted approaching this woman, but he knew he couldn’t escape, so he said, "I haven’t seen any middle-aged man entering the bar tonight, Ma’am."
"He’s not a middle-aged man. He’s a 24-year-old man, and his na is Henry Grant."
The waiter’s eyes widened. Of course, he knew who Henry Grant was and where he was right now.
He didn’t expect Mr. Grant to get married at such a young age, nor didn’t expect his wife to be very fierce.
The waiter was afraid he’d get fired for leaking the activity of the important guest. So he was thinking of a way to dodge the question.
Unfortunately, Kate caught the hesitation on his face and quickly attacked with her cold and sharp words, "I see that you know where he is. Now lead to him, I have to make sure he is doing alright."
The waiter paled instantly, "I—uh—n—no—I—" he stuttered, and in the end, he admitted, "M—Ma’am, I can’t leak the mber’s privacy to an outsider. It’s against our code."
"I am also a mber of this bar, and I am also the wife of Henry Grant. So, I am definitely not an outsider you need to stay away from," Kate insisted. "Tell where he is now, or I will file a complaint to your manager because you’re obstructing —his wife—to et my own husband."
Kate saw the na tag on his chest and smirked, "Naturally, I am the one in charge in this relationship, my husband wouldn’t dare to say anything if I told him not to. Instead, I can put so good words about you to the manager as long as you’re being helpful, Martin."
The waiter, nad Martin, gulped. He was so scared that his knees trembled slightly upon facing this intimidating woman.
Michael looked at the poor waiter and then at Kate in silence.
He was quite shocked seeing how ruthless and intimidating Kate could be.
All this ti, he always thought that Kate was just an honest working lady that could do no wrong, which was quite the opposite of the ever-callous Henry.
But now he understood why Henry was crazy in love with this woman.
She was very tough despite her beauty, she was the kind of woman Henry needed in his life, the type who would tie him down and ensure that Henry was always on the line.
"So, tell now, Martin, or I will make sure you’ll get fired," Kate said.
She pitied this man a bit, but this was necessary to get the help she needed to find Henry.
"Y—Yes, Ma’am, I—I will show you the way," Martin said.
"Good, now lead the way."
Kate and Michael followed Martin to the VIP area of the bar. It consisted of many small, soundproofed rooms on each side. There were about ten VIP rooms, and all were wide open as a sign that it was unaccommodated, except for one room at the end of the corridor.
Martin stopped as they reached the last room and said, "This is where Mr. Henry Grant stays, Ma’am. Um... I—I’m sorry to ask this, but please don’t let them fire , Ma’am. I really need this job.
"Don’t worry, I will put so good words about you, and I will make sure my husband won’t complain as well," Kate smiled. She grabbed four hundred dollars from her wallet and handed it to Martin. "This is a token of my gratitude."
Martin was less tense after getting the money. He bowed respectfully, "T—Then, please excuse , Ma’am."
As Martin left, Kate and Michael stood side by side in front of the closed door. Michael glanced at Kate a few tis, waiting for her to do sothing as his nervousness was through the roof right now.
He just silently prayed that whatever Henry was doing inside, it wouldn’t be so bad.
’I just hope he’ll be fully clothed when we bust this door open,’ Michael prayed.
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