Oscar said, "There's a lowlife strutting around like he owns the place, and I can't stand it! So, I figured I'd ask you to swing by, Mr. Golding, and show this clown what real power looks like. Help me put some respect on my name, you feel me?"

Elon replied, "Alright, since you've served me well before, I'll come over!"

Oscar was overjoyed, grinning so wide his face almost twisted. "Great! I'll be at the hotel waiting for you, Mr. Golding! That little punk tried to steal my girl! Mr. Golding, don't hold back when you see him! I want him humiliated so bad he'll wish he never showed up!"

Elon scoffed. "Got it. Just showing up is enough to make anyone back off. Whatever effect you want, I'll make it happen!"

After hanging up, Oscar sneered, rubbing his hands together. He just needed Elon to show up, and his moment to shine would finally begin.

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In the private room, they were well into the meal, with multiple rounds of drinks and various dishes served. When Oscar returned and