Sage had no choice but to sit down and accept the waiter's menu.

"I'm going to the restroom,” Shane said while she thumbed through the menu.

She ignored him and ordered several dishes. Regardless of what Shane was up to, her stomach came first.

Shane returned after she had placed her order. He took the menu from her, swiftly circled a few dishes, and handed it to Sage. "Bring this to the kitchen and tell them to change all the dishes in room 1 to these."

Sage took a look at the dishes Shane had marked. They were all cucumber dishes—stir-fried cucumbers, mashed cucumbers, cucumber salad, pickled cucumber, and cucumber with eggs. Sage realized that Shane was attempting to pull a prank on someone.

"Mr. Morrison, could you please clarify what you're trying to do here?"

"What's the rush?" He continued, "It's not like I'm asking for a lot. I just want to observe their reaction. Stop fussing and go already!"

confidently. "Why should I change someone else's order? Plus, the kitchen staff won't listen to

of his attention on Sage. "How can I trust you if you can't handle something as simple as this? All you have to do is take it to the

not affiliated with Farsight Investment yet. Even if the other party gets mad, it just means they will not do business with me, which is not a loss for

case, why don't you go yourself?” she

here for a reason. You need to make yourself

here to take the blame,

pretty self-aware. Go on,

was right. If the project went up in flames,

kitchen and asked them to change the menu. Surprisingly, the head chef agreed without any

in a chair. He had his long legs stretched out on an ottoman. He seemed

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