Cheryl was so angry that her face turned pale.

She wanted to call Guilherme out for help, yet she didn’t like the old man to see the two of them in bikinis.

On the other hand, Phoebe started yelling.

“Waiter! Waiter!!!”

However, one of the chubby men smiled and said, “You can stop yelling. No one will come, no matter how much you yell. That’s because I own this place. You hurt my precious customer, so we’re just here to negotiate. It’s useless calling for the waiters.”

“You’re the boss? An