I Have a Tycoon Granpa

Chapter 4 Emperor Room

"He did not run away, did he?"

"If he runs away, what are we going to do? That would be a waste of time."

Fraser and Grace Lam chated for a while, the classmates couldn’t wait and suspected Fraser had run

away.

Grace heard the curse, she frowned and asked, “Did someone just scold you?"

"My classmates make fun of me." Fraser said indifferently.

"Well, if your classmate bothers you, you can call me and see what I can do about it." Grace clenched

her fist and said fiercely.

Fraser did not take Grace's words seriously. He regarded he had paid for good.

Back to the hall, Stefan rushed to Fraser as soon as he saw Fraser, grabbed his collar, and said

angrily, “Bastard, where have you been? We cannot find you anywhere."

"What are you panicking about? I just make an order." Fraser gave Stefan a blank look, “I’ve just

ordered three standard tables."

"Standard? How much is it? Can't it be the lowest standard!" Patrick worried.

The lowest standard of Heyday Lotus was just a few hundred, and three tables only cost less than

three thousand. Patrick did not agree.

"Fraser, it is not easy for you to treat us to dinner, why can't you be generous?"

"Will three tables be enough for so many people?"

"Yes, you are really mean."

Under the urge of Patrick and Stefan, everybody developed a contempt for Fraser again.

"Just enough to eat will be fine. We're all students, so we cannot order expensive dishes like lobster

and abalone." Tyler stood up for Fraser at this time.

"Besides, the lowest standard of Heyday Lotus is more than seven hundred."

In fact, Tyler's family condition was no worse than Filip's, but he was relatively low-key. He came often

to Heyday Lotus, so he was familiar with the price range.

"That's all right. It's better than the canteen." After hearing the lowest standard cost more than seven

hundred, the class felt satisfied again.

"If I had known it I wouldn't have come," Stefan said with some sarcasm, "What's the point of a

minimum standard? It's not as good as what I usually eat."

Filip said "Well, don't bother Fraser. He won 20,000 dollar, so he's not willing to invite you to a big

dinner."

"And we have so many classmates; three tables certainly were not enough for us. Otherwise we give

up and I will order an 1888 standard meal. And let this poor guy save his money." Filip laughed coldly.

Filip’s intention obviously was to embarrass Fraser.

Several students exclaimed in their hearts that he was the real second-generation rich, as such a

casual meal was equal to their parents a month's salary.

Filip stretched out his hand and beckoned the waiter to come over, “Find a bigger room for me, and

order a standard meal of 1888 for me."

"Excuse me, the larger room has just been booked by this little boss, and only the table in the lobby is

left, is that ok?" Asked the waiter.

"Little boss? He is just a poor guy." Patrick snorted.

Filip was displeased, “Tell your manager to come here."

Filip added, “How can’t you see that I am superior then him? He set the minimum meal, while I ordered

the 1888."

The waiter was stunned after hearing that, “Are you sure? This little boss ordered the standard meal of

3,880, the best we have here."

Filip was stunned on the spot.

Patrick and Stefan also looked very embarrassed.

"Fraser, what do you mean? Why did you tell us since you ordered the 3888?" Filip said with a cold

face.

"I did not say I ordered the lowest standard, it was your guess." Fraser spread out his hands and said

innocently, “Is it my fault?"

Filip's face was livid. He wanted to embarrass Fraser, but now he was embarrassed by Fraser.

At that time the classmates all saw Filip's joke.

"I didn't say a word. It was you who said I ordered the minimum standard." Fraser said.

Ella casted worship eyes to Fraser, “Fraser, you are really generous."

"3888. Oh, my God, that's an expensive standard I've never had before."

"Among us, only Filip had it."

"Fraser is not right. The meals cost more than 10,000, but he only won 20,000."

Although Fraser invited them to an expensive dinner, from the bottom of their hearts, the students

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After all, Filip was the real second-generation rich.

And Fraser was just a flash in the pan.

The waiter took everyone to the private room, and as expected, three tables were not enough.

"Sit closer, everybody." Tyler said.

"No matter how closer we sit, it was not enough. Three private rooms can only take 36 people, but we

have 50." Filip was angry.

Patrick chimed in, “Anyway Fraser has money, let’s get another one."

"There's only one Emperor Room left, but the minimum cost is 8,800." The waiter said in awkwardness.

"What's wrong with 8,8000? Do you think Fraser can't afford it?" Stefan looked at Fraser and smiled

with amusement.

Fraser was fully aware of Stefan and other people's intention, who just wanted him to spend more

money. It was better to spend all his money at once.

But they did not know Fraser's grandfather was the richest man in Dubai and did not care about the

cost of a meal.

So, Fraser calmly looked at the waiter, smiled, “Get the Emperor Room."

At this moment, the students in the room were shouting to go to the Emperor Room, including Luna

and her best friends. Originally they sat well, but now got up and were ready to go to the Emperor

Room.

"Luna, let's go, too." Lacie said.

Luna and others followed Filip, but when they were at the door of Emperor Room, Fraser suddenly

looked at Luna and other people, “You are not in our class?”

"Yes, they're all in the class next door." Ella said.

"Fraser, what do you mean? Do you pretend not to know us since you have money?" Lacie was angry.

"When we were in junior high school, we played together every day. Don't you remember?" Quinn

frowned.

Luna was afraid by being stared by Fraser.

To be frank, Fraser’s stare at Luna was quite harsh.

"You two can come in, but she can't." Fraser pointed to Luna and shook his head.

"Fraser, Luna is Filip’s girlfriend." Stefan looked at Fraser coldly.

"But she's not our classmate." Fraser said, "And I didn't invite her."

Luna’s face was slightly hot, feeling embarrassed. Filip was angry. To him, Fraser was clearly

disrespecting him.

Patrick scolded, “Bastard, don't think you are awesome with just tens of thousands of lottery money.

Compare with Filip, you are nothing."

"Luna is Filip’s girlfriend. If you speak to her like that again, I will kill you." Stefan directly threatened.

"Since it's my treat, I'll treat whoever I want. If you do that again, I'll chase you away." Fraser was now

rich and no longer afraid of Stefan and his family.

"Son of a bitch, I think you are seeking death!" Stefan clenched his fist and was about to hit him.

Patrick hurriedly came to Stefan, preparing to beat up Fraser.

But at this moment, Grace happened to pass by. She came over and put an arm around Fraser's neck,

“Fraser, we met again."

Grace smelt alcohol. She was drunk and lay prone on the body of Fraser. They looked ambiguous.

Grace was followed by several men, which frightened Patrick and Stefan.

"Oh, I was about to vomit, and I will come to you later." Grace looked up and said, "My God, Emperor

Room. Fraser, you are generous!"

Grace then pushed Fraser away and ran toward the toilet.

Seeing all this, Filip pulled back Stefan and Patrick, and said to Fraser, “How about this, you let my

girlfriend in, and we spit the bill of the Emperor Room?"