She Sold the Restaurant Before They Could Steal It

After we married, I used the dowry money my parents left me and opened a restaurant. My brother-in-law started showing up every few days with a crowd, ready to eat.

In one month, he came eighteen times.

He ran up a tab of a hundred thousand dollars, and never paid a cent.

The restaurant was bleeding money. In the end I couldn't hold it in, so I mentioned it to my brother-in-law, and asked him to settle the bill.

For that, in front of everyone in the restaurant, he slapped me across the face three times.

"I only brought people here to eat out of respect for my brother. You could at least be grateful. Instead you've got the nerve to come after me for money?"

My husband turned his head away and pretended he hadn't seen a thing.

I didn't argue, didn't make a scene. I just left, quietly.

Two days later, on his birthday, my brother-in-law booked out the entire restaurant for all his friends and family, and gave me his order.

"It's my birthday and I've got the whole place today. Every table gets the most expensive liquor and the best dishes, you hear me!"

I glanced at the transfer contract I'd just signed for the restaurant, and smiled faintly.

"Sure."

When Abner James's three slaps landed on my face,

the noisy restaurant went silent in an instant.

Every pair of eyes turned to me at once.

Only my husband, Noel James, quietly turned his head away and pretended not to see.

I lifted my head, looked at Abner's twisted, ugly face, then at Noel playing deaf and mute.

I didn't argue, didn't make a scene. I just walked out of the restaurant.

Behind me, Abner was still swearing.

"Pathetic piece of work, chasing your own family for money. You come after me for a single cent again, and I'll beat you to death!"

I didn't look back.

Outside the restaurant, the cold wind hit me, and the sting in my cheeks came sharper.

But inside, I felt calmer than I ever had.

I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and made a call.

"Hello. I'd like to sell my restaurant."

"The price doesn't matter, however low. I only have one condition."

Once I'd finished with the person on the other end, I didn't go back to the restaurant.

I went straight home instead.

The moment I reached the door, I heard my mother-in-law's complaining voice coming from inside.

"Noel, you really need to get Amelia Henson under control."

"She marries into our family and still has the face to make a scene over one meal, demanding money from her own brother-in-law in public."

"If the relatives ever hear about this, they'll laugh us out of the room."

Abner chimed in, just as sour.

"Exactly. You can't spoil a woman like this. When it's time to smack her down, you smack her down. Look, I hit her today and she didn't dare make a peep."

Noel sighed.

"She did put up the money for the restaurant, though. It's hard for me to interfere too much."

Jemima James's voice shot up at once.

"So what if she put up the money?"

"She married in, so she's one of the Jameses now. Her money is your money. What's wrong with your brother using a little of it?"

"And Abner already told you, he brought his friends around to boost her business, to do her a favor. If she can't even understand that, what business does she have running a restaurant?"

"Today you're going to spell it out for her once and for all. If she wants to stay in this family, from now on she keeps her head down and behaves, and she stops pulling stunts this clueless."

Noel was silent for two seconds, then said flatly,

"I get it."

The next second, I pushed the door open and walked in.

All three of them turned to look at me at once, displeasure written all over their faces.

I ignored them, went straight into the bedroom, pulled open the closet, and started packing my clothes.

Noel followed me in and shut the door behind him.

"What do you think you're doing?"

I folded my coat and pushed it into the suitcase, calm.

"Packing. I'm moving out."

Noel's face darkened, and his voice turned impatient at once.

"Amelia, how long are you going to keep this up?"

"My brother was wrong to hit you, sure, but you shouldn't have humiliated him in front of everyone either."

"He's my brother. You don't expect me to get into a fight with him over you, do you?"

"Can't you just show a little sense and drop that petty, penny-pinching habit of yours?"

My hands paused for a moment.

Then I lifted my head, looked at Noel, and said quietly,

"Don't worry. I won't do it again."

With that, I folded the last piece of clothing, laid it in the suitcase, zipped it shut, and walked out of the house without looking back.

Behind me, Noel started to come after me, but Jemima stopped him.

"Let her go."

"If she's so tough that she can walk out, then she'd better not come back. I don't believe for a second she can survive without us."

Abner deliberately raised his voice to egg them on.

"Yeah, she's just sulking, trying to jerk you around. Don't mind her. Give it a few days and she'll come crawling back in tears to apologize to us."

To the sound of Jemima and Abner sneering, I carried my suitcase into the elevator and went downstairs.

Then I checked into a hotel near the restaurant.

Once I'd settled in, my phone rang.

It was a message.

After I read it, I finally smiled, satisfied.

For the next two days, I went to the restaurant as usual and ran everything like nothing had happened.

I just slipped away now and then to make a few calls and sign a few documents.

Abner didn't come by those two days, as if he meant to leave me stewing.

Noel, who used to drop in all the time, didn't show up either.

But every so often he'd send me a text:

"Amelia, that's enough. Stop making a scene."

"My mom's right. You've been spoiled rotten."

"If you've got the nerve, hold this grudge for the rest of your life. Don't come back."

I didn't reply to a single one. I just quietly handled what needed handling.

On the third day, right after I signed the last contract, Abner suddenly walked in.

He was in a brand-new outfit, hair slicked back and shining, arrogance radiating off every inch of him.

Jemima and Noel trailed close behind, not looking at me.

And behind them came a whole crowd, dozens of people.

Most of them were James relatives, along with Abner's friends.

The moment they came through the door, the whole bunch of them helped themselves to tables and sat down.

Abner swaggered up to the front counter and gave me his order.

"It's my birthday today. I'm booking out the whole place."

"Bring the most expensive liquor and the best food to every single table."

"Lobster, abalone, sea cucumber, fresh crab, Wagyu, luxury seafood stew, all of it. For drinks, straight to the top-shelf liquor. No cutting corners."

I lifted my head, looked calmly at his strutting arrogance, and confirmed it with him.

"You're sure you want all of that liquor and all of those dishes on every table? Once it's ordered, there's no returning or exchanging it."

Abner slammed his hand on the counter and raised his voice into a shout.

"Obviously!"

"When I tell you to bring it, you bring it. Since when do you talk this much?"

"You itching for another slap?"

Seeing this, his friends fell over themselves flattering him.

"That's our Abner for you. Even his birthday dinner comes with attitude!"

Among the James relatives, some looked excited, others worried.

"Abner, isn't this a bit much? All this fine food and liquor, that's got to cost a fortune."

But Abner waved it off like it was nothing.

"What's this?"

"It's just one meal. Eat as much as you want."

"Everything the whole room spends today is on me."

Then he turned his head and glared at me, hurrying me along.

"What are you standing around for? Go get the food out!"

"Waste any more of my time and I'll slap you. Try me."

I looked at that vicious, twisted face of his.

Then I glanced at the restaurant transfer contract I'd just signed, and gave a faint smile.

"All right."

With that, I walked straight to the front door and hung up the sign: "Private Event Today Closed to the Public."

Then I went back to the kitchen and told the head chef and the rest of the staff:

"Abner's booked the whole place today. Every dish goes exactly as he ordered lobster, abalone, sea cucumber, fresh crab, Wagyu, luxury seafood stew."

"For drinks, only the top-shelf liquor. Fill every table with it. Don't hold back."

The head chef paused, then lowered his voice.

"Boss, that's a lot of money. Can Abner actually pay for all this?"

I gave a faint smile.

"He asked for it himself."

"We just do as we're told."

Seeing how firm I was, the head chef stopped asking questions and turned to get the prep started.

The kitchen was busy within minutes, the clatter of woks and knives rising and falling.

The rich smell of it filled the whole restaurant.

Abner and his crowd sat in the main dining room, legs crossed, cracking sunflower seeds, talking at the top of their lungs, and every so often somebody would holler:

"Hurry up with the food already, we're starving!"

Before long the heavy dishes came out one after another.

Australian blue lobster, braised abalone with sea cucumber, luxury seafood stew, Wagyu tartare every plate beautifully arranged, and clearly worth a fortune.

The top-shelf liquor came in by the case, the servers carrying box after box and setting bottles on every table.

Looking at all that expensive food and liquor, Abner's friends could barely believe their eyes.

"My God, he's really serving all this? Abner, you're something else."

"Snap a photo, post it food like this, most people never taste it their whole lives."

"I hereby declare Abner my god, forever!"

The James relatives piled on the flattery too.

"Heavens, abalone, sea cucumber, top-shelf liquor I've only ever seen this on TV. Never thought I'd get to taste it myself in this lifetime."

"They always said if you run with Abner you eat and drink like a king. Turns out it's true."

"Little Abner's really made something of himself. Young as he is, this generous, this capable he's going to go far!"

Abner floated on the praise. He stood up with his glass and declared, grandly:

"Family, friends, eat all you want, drink all you want. If it runs out, order more."

"Everything today is on me. Don't stand on ceremony!"

The moment he finished, another cheer went up.

They all raised their glasses and toasted him.

"Come on, everyone, a toast to the birthday man may every year be better than the last!"

Bathed in all the toasts and flattery, Abner felt a satisfaction he'd never known before.

He thumped his chest and announced to the room:

"From now on, whenever you want to eat out, come to this restaurant. Just mention my name, Abner James, and put everything on my tab. You won't pay a cent."

At that, every face lit up. They crowded around him, laying it on thick.

"Abner's the boss!"

"From now on we're running with Abner!"

One line after another, until the corners of his mouth were curled up high.

Riding the endless stream of praise, Abner strolled over to the front counter and leaned in, taunting me under his breath.

"Amelia, don't you love money? Aren't you the one who counts every penny?"

"Today I'm going to drain your restaurant dry. I'll show you what happens to anyone who crosses me."

Not long ago, hearing Abner talk like that would have given me a headache.

Now it just struck me as funny.

I looked at him and said, without a ripple in my voice,

"Suit yourself."

When I didn't fly into the rage he'd been expecting, Abner frowned, a flicker of displeasure crossing his eyes.

The next moment he glanced at the tab on the table, and a sly look came over his face.

"This whole meal only came to two hundred grand?"

"No wonder you're so calm. Looks like the bill just hasn't gotten high enough yet."

With that, he barked at the server standing nearby,

"Bring the menu. I'm ordering more."

The server looked to me for direction.

I nodded.

She set the menu down in front of Abner.

Flipping through it, he drawled out his order.

"Bird's nest soup. Another bowl for everyone."

"Shark fin soup. One serving each."

"Caviar. However much you've got, bring it all out."

He finished, tossed the menu onto the table, and gave me a taunting grin.

"Well? Does it sting yet?"

I curved my lips and shook my head.

"Not at all."

His face went stiff, sour with irritation.

"Then bring out that bluefin tuna sashimi too. Two pounds per table."

He swept a look around the room at the relatives and friends, then lifted his chin and added,

"And everyone packs up an order of lobster and fresh crab to take home. A bottle of top-shelf liquor each, too. Late-night snack."

That set the whole room off again.

"Wow! Abner really knows how to do it big!"

"Not only does he let everyone eat their fill, he sends them home with a haul too. Guess this is what real money looks like."

Watching all this, Noel finally couldn't hold back. He walked over to Abner and lowered his voice.

"Abner, that's enough. Keep ordering and you'll clean the place out."

Abner shot me a provoking glance and smirked.

"Cleaning out everything expensive in this place is exactly the point. That's how certain people learn their lesson."

Jemima crowded in too, chin high and full of herself.

"That's right. Abner's got the right idea."

"Some people just get more full of themselves the more you spoil them. She even had the nerve to pull that whole running-out-on-us act to scare us. If we don't teach her a real lesson, she'll actually think we're afraid of her!"

Noel glanced at me and said nothing more.

Jemima and Abner looked down their noses at me, their eyes bright with the pleasure of getting even.

I smiled and said nothing.

It was the server who looked at me, uneasy, and asked quietly,

"Ma'am, this order... do you really want me to put it in?"

I glanced at Abner and Jemima, and nodded.

"Put it in."

"Whatever they order, we serve."

The server didn't press further. She turned and headed to the kitchen to place the order.

Abner and Jemima and the rest of them settled back into their seats and went on eating and drinking.

Soon the server brought out Abner's bird's nest, shark fin, and caviar, plate after plate, just as ordered.

Then she packed up several dozen bottles of top-shelf liquor and set them gently at each person's elbow.

At the sight of it, every last one of the relatives and friends started praising Abner all over again.

"Incredible, just incredible. This meal has to run at least ten grand a head!"

Abner shrugged it off.

"That's nothing. What matters is that everybody eats and drinks well. It's just a little food money. Don't give it a second thought."

I looked at the tab.

Their total had climbed from two hundred grand to five hundred grand.

Watching every high-end ingredient and every bottle in the place get ordered into oblivion, Abner was finally satisfied.

Stuffed and content, he leaned back in his chair and let out a belch.

Then he got up, came over to me, and said with a swagger,

"Amelia, this meal ought to be enough to teach you a lesson, wouldn't you say?"

"Remember it. Don't be so petty from now on."

"Or I've got plenty of ways to put you in your place!"

With that, he led the whole crowd toward the front door.

Just then a burly figure suddenly blocked the doorway, stopping Abner in his tracks, and said in a low, heavy voice,

"Your total today comes to five hundred thousand. Time to pay."