Margarette spoke as if she understood the male species very well.

Once she was done speaking, she pulled Harold to sit in a corner booth.

Right at that moment, Harold felt someone looking at him and turned his head to look behind him.

He only saw a silhouette slipping behind the staircase.

However, when he slowly walked over, the figure had already disappeared from the stairway.

After failing to find anything, he went back to Margarette's side.

“What's wrong?” she asked curiously.

“Nothing. I thought I saw an acquaintance, but it turns out I mistook someone else for him,” he replied while glancing down on the ground floor through the second floor's glass window, trying to find anyone suspicious.

Just as he was about to tell Margarette he was married, a Bentley came driving into the restaurant's parking lot and entered his view.

With his sharp vision, he could recognize the person inside the car. It was indeed the newly appointed female supervisor, Wrenna.

“Margarette, about the rich lady who drove a Bentley you were talking about. Is that her?” Harold pointed toward Wrenna, who was parking the car, from where he sat on the second floor.

“Yes, that's her! She's here!” Margarette shouted in excitement once she recognized the license plate on the Bentley.

Harold's face fell when he heard Margarette's answer. “I just remembered there's a new supervisor at my company who's very strict. She wants us to work overtime every day, so let's take a raincheck for this. I need to go back to the company.”

After confirming that Wrenna was the woman Margarette spoke of, Harold immediately wanted to escape.

Wrenna was the type of woman he could not afford to offend.

“Stop right there! When did you become such a pessimist and a coward? All you have to do is to meet a woman! I'm warning you. Sit down right now, or I'll find other ways to repay you.” Seeing that Harold wanted to escape, Margarette assumed that he felt inferior upon seeing a rich woman.

She immediately grabbed him and forced him to sit back down in the booth.

Their tug of war lasted for some time. Meanwhile, Wrenna had parked her car and walked into the restaurant.

If Harold chose to walk out at that moment, he would surely bump into Wrenna at the stairs.

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