A Matrilocal Husband's Counterattack

Chapter 30: Toast three glasses as an apology

Eugene Zacher?

Henry and his family immediately recognized Eugene Zacher's name and stature. At that moment, their anger evaporated without a trace.

The relatives, who had initially felt slighted, suddenly cowered, fully aware they couldn't afford to provoke Eugene Zacher.

"Well..."

Henry awkwardly turned to face the dozens of family members present and spoke:
"It seems like everyone has eaten enough. Let's finish up and clear out."
"After all, Mr. Zacher gave me a 30-million-dollar project. We should at least show him this courtesy."
"To be accommodating to others is to benefit oneself."

He tried to find a graceful way out.

Henry's mother nodded repeatedly in agreement:
"Absolutely. Mr. Zacher is a man of importance. This dinner is nothing compared to what he does."

The dozens of Thompson relatives quickly stood up, making way.

The brash young men standing in the doorway looked triumphant and smug.

"Brother-in-law, the dessert hasn't even been served yet. Why are we leaving?"

At that moment, Ethan looked up at the men standing by the door and calmly said:
"We're not giving up this private room."
"And Eugene Zacher should come and apologize to me."

Ethan pointed at the chicken leg on the floor and added, "He owes me for ruining my chicken leg."

The tough-looking men were taken aback, as if they hadn't heard correctly, and stared at Ethan as if he were crazy.

Henry and the others were also visibly shaken.

"Ethan, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Henry glared at him sternly:
"This is the Thompson family's dinner. I call the shots, and I say we leave."
"And if you're looking for trouble, don't drag us down with you."

Turning to the brash young men, he quickly added:
"Gentlemen, he's just a son-in-law from my mother-in-law's side. Don't take his words seriously."

Han Sisi also scolded sharply:
"Ethan, I order you to apologize right now! Otherwise, you can forget about working at my brother's construction site!"

Ethan ignored Henry and instead addressed the brash young men:
"Three minutes. Tell Eugene Zacher to come here and drink three glasses of penalty wine. And tell him Ethan said so."

Henry and the others turned pale with fright.

"You little punk! Who the hell are you to demand Mr. Zacher drink penalty wine?"

The brash young man glared at Ethan with sharp eyes. "Do you have a death wish?"

He was about to step forward and teach Ethan a lesson when a man wrapped in bandages appeared behind him. This was the same man Ethan had encountered at the Summer Breeze Club.

The man took one look at Ethan and immediately froze, his face filled with undisguised fear.

He quickly leaned in and whispered to the brash young man.

The whispered exchange, involving details of Ethan breaking Hanson Zacher's fingers and his close ties with Victor Blacke, led to a shift in the group's demeanor.

The brash young man's face flickered with uncertainty as he led his group to quietly retreat from the private room.

"Ethan, you've caused a huge problem!"

Henry pointed a finger at Ethan, exasperated:
"When this blows up, you'll face the consequences alone. Don't drag us down."

The Thompson relatives all glared at Ethan angrily.

Sophia frowned but, unlike before, refrained from scolding Ethan and chose to remain silent.

"Mr. Zacher, over here."

Soon, the sound of approaching footsteps filled the room. A weary-looking Eugene Zacher entered with over a dozen men in tow.

The Thompson family instinctively stood up, their hearts racing.

Henry hurried to distance himself:
"Mr. Zacher, we don't know Ethan, not at all."

"Brother Ethan, Brother Ethan, I apologize, I apologize."

What happened next left everyone stunned.

Eugene Zacher rushed over to Ethan, shook his hand, and humbly apologized:
"My subordinates acted without understanding. I sincerely apologize on their behalf. I'll drink three glasses of penalty wine to make amends."

He called for a bottle of Whiskey, personally poured three large glasses, and prepared to drink.

"You need to reflect on this."

Ethan said calmly, "A distinguished CEO, yet you lack proper decorum."

Henry's family stared, dumbfounded, unable to believe Ethan dared to reprimand Eugene Zacher.

Even more shocking, Eugene nodded like a chastised schoolboy:
"Brother Ethan, you're right. I need to work on my attitude."
"Please continue to guide me in the future."

"I'll drink now."

Eugene Zacher downed the three glasses of strong liquor in one go.

The brash young men also poured and drank their penalty wine.

The room fell into an awkward silence.

Even Han Sisi and her family looked uneasy, realizing Eugene Zacher's sincerity in making amends.

Ethan finally spoke:
"Alright, let's put this matter behind us."

"Thank you, Ethan, for your magnanimity."

Eugene Zacher smiled gratefully and, with utmost respect, asked Ethan for his phone number.

Ethan casually wrote it down on a tissue and handed it to him.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Eugene Zacher accepted the tissue as if it were a priceless treasure.

Before leaving, he turned to the Thompson family:
"Sorry to disturb your dinner. This meal is on me."

With that, Eugene and his men left, leaving the room in stunned silence.