Master of Lust-Chapter 207: Neighbourhood Mommies

Chapter - 207

Rick met Geoffrey's challenge head-on, his own confidence shining through. "Let's see who comes out on top, Geoffrey," he countered, his tone daring.

A confident smirk played across Geoffrey's lips as he delivered his final taunt. "You are on the losing side, Rick," he declared, his voice dripping with certainty. And with that, Geoffrey turned his face towards the Old Matriarch. freёweɓnovel.com

"Lady!" Geoffrey turned towards the old Matriarch for support. He knew the Old Matriarch was not going to let him be disgraced in front of anyone. After all, they were...

Rick remained unfazed, his cheeky smile still plastered across his face as he watched Geoffrey's bewildered reaction unfold. He leaned casually against the nearest piece of furniture, his arms crossed over his chest, enjoying the spectacle.

"Geoffrey," the old Matrirach's voice cut through the air like a blade, commanding attention and respect in equal measure. "Do it."

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Geoffrey's mouth fell open in disbelief, his ego shattered by the force of Old Matriarch's command. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend what he was hearing.

"Lady?" Geoffrey's voice trembled with uncertainty, his eyes darting between Old Matriarch and Rick as if seeking confirmation that he had not misheard.

But Old Matriarch simply turned her face away, her expression unreadable as she refused to meet Geoffrey's gaze. The weight of her silence hung heavy in the air, leaving Geoffrey stunned and speechless.

His body felt as though it had been drained of all energy, his limbs heavy and unresponsive as he struggled to process the unexpected turn of events. His hands moved of their own accord, rising to clutch at his ears in a futile attempt to block out the overwhelming flood of emotions crashing over him.

And then, without warning, his body began to move, jerking up and down in a strange and involuntary way that left everyone feeling bewildered.

Rick watched the spectacle with a mixture of amusement and bemusement, his crooked smile widening as he observed Geoffrey's floundering attempts to regain his composure.

"Looks like old Geoffrey's got some moves," Rick quipped, unable to resist the opportunity to tease the butler.

Old Matriarch shot Rick a reproachful glance, her eyes flashing with a warning that went unheeded. "Enough, Mr. Rick. Geoffrey may be a bit... flustered at the moment, but he is still a valued member of our household."

Rick held up his hands in mock surrender, his grin unapologetic. "Hey, I'm just appreciating the show. No harm done, right Geoffrey?"

Geoffrey's frustration boiled over, his voice rising in a crescendo of anger aimed at Rick, who remained oblivious to the commotion as he played with his phone.

"You think this is fair, Rick?" Geoffrey's words were tinged with resentment, his tone a mix of accusation and warning. "I know you're just getting back at me, but mark my words, I won't forget this. You'll regret crossing me."

The old matriarch, her patience wearing thin, cast a cold gaze in Geoffrey's direction. "Geoffrey, can't you just handle this without causing a scene?" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tension with a chill that matched the frosty expression on her face. "It's not such a big deal to repay for your earlier behavior. Now, get on with it."

With a reluctant sigh, Geoffrey begrudgingly resumed, his movements stiff and strained as he complied with the matriarch's directive. Though his frustration simmered beneath the surface, he knew better than to defy her further, especially in front of the curious onlookers in the cafeteria.

As Geoffrey continued his unusual exercise routine, the atmosphere in the cafe grew tense, the air thick with confusion and speculation. The customers and staff alike exchanged puzzled glances and murmured conversations, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected spectacle unfolding before them. Eyes followed Geoffrey's every move, questions hanging in the air like a cloud of uncertainty.

Despite the growing attention from the crowd, Rick remained aloof and disengaged, his indifference palpable as he offered no intervention or words of comfort to Geoffrey.

The onlookers, puzzled by the unfolding circumstances, exchanged bewildered glances, unable to make sense of the situation.

Meanwhile, the old matriarch, seated stoically at her usual spot, directed her unwavering gaze solely towards Rick, a silent tension simmering between them. She awaited any sign, any indication from Rick about his supposed ability to cure her ailing husband. Yet, Rick remained engrossed in his phone, seemingly oblivious to the weight of the moment.

The silence that enveloped the room was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic sound of Geoffrey's labored breaths and the murmurs of the people out there and the staff, their voices a low hum beneath the surface of the tense atmosphere.

Even the sounds of the chair shifting by, causing friction against the floor; and the murmurs of gossips were enhancing the depth of silence in the cafe.

Amidst this somber atmosphere, the women seated in the cafe rose from their chairs, their solidarity with Geoffrey evident in their actions. As they gathered in small clusters, they began to exchange whispered opinions, their voices carrying a mixture of disbelief, outrage, and empathy.

"How could they subject that poor old man to such humiliation, right here in front of everyone? It's utterly disgusting," one woman remarked, her tone laced with indignation as she glanced in the direction of Rick and the old matriarch.

Another woman chimed in, her voice raised slightly but still veiled in a controlled intensity that only added to the gravity of her words. "It's nothing short of a public disgrace, and they should be held accountable for their actions," she declared, her words a quiet yet powerful condemnation of the scene unfolding before them.

"Look at that old lady, draped in pearls and dripping with diamonds," one of the female staffs remarked with a scornful edge to her voice. "Seems like they're just some wealthy folks taking their frustrations out on their poor servant."

Another woman, her brows furrowed in disapproval, chimed in, "Just because they have money doesn't give them the right to do whatever they please. Even the wealthy should have some boundaries, some sense of decency."

A third woman, her voice softer but tinged with a sad resonance, added, "In this harsh world, wealth means you get to survive; poverty, on the other hand, barely gets you a place at the table."

Curiosity mixed with concern in the voice of another as she asked, "But why would they punish him so harshly? What could he possibly have done to deserve this?"

The last to speak, a woman who seemed eager to share her perspective, confidently stated, "The rich don't need a reason for their so-called 'entertainment.' They simply pick whoever they want from the masses to play their cruel games. It's a show of power, nothing more."

The atmosphere in the cafe was charged, words of criticism and concern wove through the air, painting Rick and the old woman as emblems of privilege run amok, their actions a glaring display of the inequities that plague society.

As the rumblings of discontent grew louder, the sentiments expressed by the women transformed into a palpable force, a symbol of collective dissent against what they viewed as a stark injustice.

The cafe became a battleground of moral outrage. The growing voices swelled into a crescendo, turning speculative whispers into a demand for action. The situation escalated quickly, as the spirit of the moment moved the women from mere observers to active participants in seeking redress.

Fuelled by a sense of duty to rectify the wrongs before them, the group of women, dubbed by some as the cafe's "Karens" for their assertive intervention, decided they got the manager involved.

Upon reaching the main counter, the leading figure among them, a woman of strong conviction, slammed her hands down with a force that made the manager jump in his spot.

The manager, caught off guard by the sudden confrontation, could only blink in surprise as he braced himself for the impending storm of grievances.

"What's going on here, ma'am?" The manager, startled by the sudden commotion, asked, trying to grasp the cause of the uproar.

But the woman was having none of it. Her voice, loaded with accusation and incredulity.

"Exactly my question to you! What's all this about?" She gestured wildly towards Rick and the Old Matriarch's table, with Geoffrey still going on with his punishment, her voice rising with each word. "How can you allow such... such a spectacle to unfold right under your nose? And you claim to manage this place?"

"I'm sorry, I just came back from checking the stock. I am not sure what..." he admitted, his tone tinged with a hint of apology.

"Well you better be sorry, because it's happening on your watch! If you don't move your tight ass right now, I can assure you, the 'Neighbourhood Mommies' and I will make it our mission to boycott this cafe."

"Trust me, I will make sure not a single person will ever set foot in this cafeteria again. You don't know who you're dealing with," Her voice, though laced with anger, carried visible threat for the manager.

The manager's eyes widened at the mention of the "Neighbourhood Mommies," a local group known for their community involvement—and their ability to mobilize quickly over issues they cared about.

"I certainly don't, Mommy... I mean, ma'am. And I apologize for any inconvenience," he stammered, hoping to appease her anger and avoid any further escalation of the situation.

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