“Manager Anderson, what’s the matter? We’ve ordered since half an hour ago, and the appetizers haven’t even been served yet?

“Are you mocking me?”

Rupert Howell, who was eager to perform, stood up, showing the Omega Speedmaster on his wrist on the one hand, and swinging the BMW car keys on the other, and said condescendingly.

“Dear young masters and ladies, good evening.”

Mabel Anderson slightly smiled, but she did not even glance at Rupert. Instead, her eyes fell on Irene Johnson in the end