Under their ridicule, Xynthia Zimmer went red with shame.

She couldn’t help tugging at her brother-in-law’s shirt and whispered, “Brother-in-law, let’s just go and book somewhere else!”

“I want it to be here. I like this place.” Harvey replied. “Since the Zapatas don’t want to serve me, then we’ll simply change hosts.”

“Ha ha ha! Okay, we’ll wait and see. There’s three minutes left.”

Harry made a show of studying his watch on purpose, his face filled with open mockery.

“One minute left…”