"Just give me the account number."

Logan smiled. Judging from Felix's attitude, things would be easier to deal with. "Not so fast. After paying, this Harold kid has to be a greeter at the restaurant entrance for a week. He'll have to be on his knees and greet every customer who comes in round the clock."

Felix, who was about to open his banking app, frowned at Logan. "Is that really necessary?"

Harold cheerfully shrugged. "I don't mind. I trashed their stuff, so of course I should apologize properly."

Despite Harold's nice words, he would likely kick up a fuss once the money was transferred. This was clearly meant to humiliate him, so there was no way he would actually kneel there as a greeter.

"Who owns this place?" At this point, Felix had to address the root of the problem.

Logan looked Felix up and down with a disdainful look. "What? Trying to pull strings? Let me tell you something. The owner of this restaurant is way out of your league. Even Avesburgh's richest couldn