Chapter 292: Chapter 292

Chapter 292 Digging A Hole

"You think so?" Martin James smiled and shook his head.

Martin James drove the car, which cost nearly two million dollars, and was recognized by Daphne Brown as one of more than a hundred and twenty thousand cars, and thought he was just renting it.

Janet Brown must have felt a little uncomfortable seeing Martin James looked down upon by her aunt and cousin.

She knew that was the case, so she asked Martin James to drive the Porsche 918.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at a commercial square.

"Hey, how did this restaurant close?" Monica More stared at the closed shop in confusion.

"Monica. Now that it's closed, let's change shops." Daphne Brown said.

"I'd like to give you a suggestion, this French restaurant next to it is good, and this is JD's top French restaurant." Martin James said, pointing to a French restaurant next door.

The last time Martin James met his cousin Renee James, it was at the French restaurant next door.

"It's like you've eaten here." Monica More shrugged disdainfully.

Martin James didn't answer and didn't bother to argue with her.

"Okay, let's go to this French restaurant." Auntie's daughter Daphne Brown said.

The four people finally agreed on something and entered the French restaurant.

As soon as they were seated, the waiter served the menu.

"I'll take a look!" Monica More actively took over the menu.

However, when Monica More saw the menu full of French, she suddenly panicked. Then she picked up another menu, an English menu.

"Ma'am, would you like me to introduce you?" The waiter smiled.

This was a top Western restaurant, and in order to highlight the characteristics and authenticity, the menus were in French and English, and when you meet guests you don't know, the waiter will offer to introduce them.

"Needless to say, my daughter came back from studying in France. How can these foreign texts not be understood?" Monica More has a proud face.

Immediately after, Monica More handed the French menu to Janet Brown. "Janet, you order first, what would you like to eat? It's my treat today."

Janet Brown took the menu and saw that it was all written in French and it sort of had given her vertigo because she didn't know French either.

Martin James saw it and couldn't help but frown.

In Martin James's view, Monica More, who deliberately didn't pass the English menu to Janet Brown, only the French menu, was trying to embarrass Janet Brown and let her order. Not to mention that she was probably just showing her daughter off who could speak in French.

She knew Janet Brown knew a little English, but she didn't understand French at all.

In this way, Monica More wanted to deliberately belittle Janet Brown and show off how good her daughter is.

She showed off her daughter's great, Martin James thought; but why step on someone else? That's not good in Martin James' eyes.

"Janet. Let me help you with that."

Martin James said, taking the French menu over.

Obviously, Martin James doesn't want Janet Brown to be devalued; he doesn't want Janet Brown's self-esteem to be hit.

"How can you still know French?" Monica More gave Martin James a cold glare as he browsed the menu, and she smiled dismissively.

"Can't you order without knowing?" Martin James snagged.

Immediately after, Martin James turned to the waiter and said, "The dishes on this menu, from beginning to end, come and serve one at a time."

"Sir, you... Are you sure you want it all? With so many dishes, can you four finish them?"

The waiter was surprised that he had never been in such a situation.

"I'm sure I'll have it all paid for after I can't eat." Martin James said flatly.

"Sir, you're so proud, I'll go and tell the kitchen." The waiter nodded down, then turned around and prepared to leave.

Monica More heard Martin James, her face went green, and he knew it was her who had invited them today so she has to pay for the bill!

Although she couldn't read French, when she looked at the menu, she could still understand the prices of each dish, after all, the price is in Arabic numerals.

Those prices are hundreds, thousands!

If it were all right, she'd have to spend tens of thousands of dollars today, and it hurts for her to think of it. Although her family has some small money, she still could not stand such a high bill.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Monica More hurriedly called the waiter.

When the waiter came back over, Monica More glared at Martin James and scolded, "Boy, what are you pretending to wear here? And money? It's me who pays for it, okay?"

Martin James snagged, "You let Janet choose whatever she wants to eat, right? Why? You can't afford it? If you can't afford it, just let me know, I'll pay for it."

"You pay for it? Do you even have any money? Besides, my family is so rich. How could I not afford a bill? It's just that I think it's too wasteful to order so much." Monica More quibbled.

Monica More loves to boast, and she certainly couldn't say she couldn't afford it.

Martin James smiled and shook his head, then turned to the waiter and said, "Go ahead, do what I just said, and another bottle of 95-year-old Rafi."

"Good sir." After the waiter answered, he turned away.

Monica More heard Martin James ordered another bottle of 95-year-old Rafi, and her face was even uglier, but she had to be bandaged again for the sake of her face.

After ordering, they had a little chat while waiting for the food to be served.

"Janet, do you like reading?" Auntie's daughter, Daphne Brown, asked.

"It's okay." Janet Brown nodded.

"Is that right? I also like to read books, especially the famous works of various countries, the Soviet writer Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment". Have you seen it?" Daphne Brown asked.

"I haven't seen it." Janet Brown shook her head.

"No? You haven't even read this book? Then what are you doing every day in college, is it love every day? Don't you think it's a waste of your mother's money for you to go to college?" Daphne Brown was also like her mother who loved to talk big.

Monica More was all smiles and felt like her daughter was great.

"It's... I'm... I dare not be compared with my cousin, I read not much masterpieces." Janet Brown looked a little inferior with her head down.

When Martin James saw it, he opened his mouth, "I also like to read classics, I recently read a classic book, "Rain in the Night", and I did not know that Daphne Brown, you read? This is a very classic book."

"Of course I read it!" Daphne Brown looks confident.

"Is that right? So, who's the author?" Martin James all smiled.

"It's... I've been reading it for a long time and I don't remember the author of the book." Daphne Brown said, stuttering a little.

"Haha!" Martin James laughed straight away.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Daphne Brown arched off her eyebrows.

Janet Brown also looked at Martin James, wondering why Martin James was laughing suddenly.

"Daphne, I have to admire it. You're pretty good, I said the "rain of the night", but I just casually made up a name, and you say you actually read? You're bullshit!" Martin James laughed.

When Daphne Brown heard this, her face instantly changed.

Her mother's face, too, became ugly, a look of shame.

"Made up?" Janet Brown let out a cackle. "I'm sorry!" Janet Brown couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. The haze, which had just been looked down upon by Daphne Brown, suddenly swept away.

"Boy, you... You're digging a hole for me?" Daphne Brown stared at Martin James with a green face, looking like she was going to eat Martin James.

"I dug the hole, right. But you jumped into the pit yourself. If only you just said you haven't seen it, I wouldn't have tricked you. Who let you embarrass your fat face then?" Martin James laughed.

"Boy, are you saying I'm fat with a swollen face? Would you like a face? A poor man, said he had luxury cars, also said he had billions of deposits, also said that he is the richest grandson, how long are you going to pretend?" Daphne Brown has a high-spirited tone.

"I'm sorry, these are facts, not that I'm bragging." Martin James said flatly.

"Oh, now the dead-face, and still don't want to admit it. You don't know you're a beam-jumping clown in my eyes!" Daphne Brown looked at Martin James and looked down upon him.

"Well, whatever you want to believe. Don't come crying to me when you've seen the hard proof." Martin James was serious.

Martin James has explained enough, and Martin James knows how to explain it, and they all think they're bragging.

At this time, the waiter began to serve their food.

"Oh! Janet, French cutlery isn't what use put it for." Daphne Brown smiled.

Janet Brown blushed when she heard her cousin.

She's eaten Western food twice in all, and it's all because Martin James took her to eat, and when she and Martin James eat, she didn't pay as much attention. So the visit to the cutlery, the process of using it, she certainly didn't understand.

"Janet, see how I use it, you follow the law, lest you be laughed at and humiliated after eating French food, you know?" Daphne Brown was too proud.

Although Daphne Brown may seem good-hearted, her words, intentionally or unintentionally, reveal a sense of superiority, as if to show Janet Brown how good she was.