Chapter 245: My hero 3

Raymond clenched his fist as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his wallet. He started looking around for a taxi.

He knew he couldn't use a taxi.He took out his phone from his pocket and called Mrs Kingston.

"Hello." She beamed. He wanted to speak when she cut in.

"Why are you calling me?" She asked.

"Let me talk will you, I want you to ask a bodyguard to come and pick me up in a car." Raymond declared.

"Where are you now?" She inquired.

He started looking around the street for a sign board, but he didn't see any.

"I will check the map and message you." He stated 

"I..he hung up.

He started looking around for a place to rest and saw a restaurant. He smirked as he shoved his phone and his wallet in his pocket.

"Maybe that's what I need." He muttered as he saw Ryan running into the restaurant.

"Good afternoon, grandpa." Ryan beamed as he saw Mr Yan attending to a gangster who had a scar stretching across his face.

Ryan ran to him and hugged him on the leg.

"Welcome, my boy; I thought your mother told you not to come." He muttered. Ryan raised a confused brow at him.

"Where is my mom?" He asked, looking around.

"Little boy, can't you see he is attending to me, go and look for your mom elsewhere." The gangster stated coldly.

"Go and wait on the counter, my boy." Mr Yan instructed. 

"Okay, grandpa." Ryan muttered, glaring at the gangster before going to stand at the counter staring at them.

When Raymond entered the restaurant, he wanted to look at Mr Yan when his phone beeped.

He sat at the closest table he could find and bent his head, looking at his phone, trying to send his mom his whereabouts.

Mr Yan held a journal, staring at the gangster who was making a call.

"Come and attend to us." A customer stated staring at Mr Yan 

He was about to go there when the gangster held his hand and dragged him to the front of him. Releasing his grip, he removed the phone a little from his mouth.

"Stay here," he muttered. 

"Little boy, give me a bottle of water." A customer demanded, staring at Ryan. He looked at the counter, stretched his leg to grab one of the bottles from the table and started walking towards the customers.

Raymond looked up. He waved his hand in the air, but no one answered him when his eyes drifted to Mr Yan.

"He must be the waiter." He muttered to himself.

"Waiter sir!!" Raymond called out to Mr Josh waving his hand.

"I am coming, sir." Mr Yan muttered as the gangster finished making his call and dropped his phone on top of the table.

"So what will you like to order?" Mr Yan asked in a shaky voice.

"I want to order three big pizzas and one Coca-Cola." He ordered Mr Yan take note and bowed slightly.