Love At The Wrong Table

“Hey, hey, what’s going on? I am the one calling the shots here! It was me who asked for the booth change, not him!” Jack sensed something was off and quickly started yelling at the waiter.

Clearly, he was the one who requested the change. Feeling aggrieved, he wondered what the two waiters were up to, running over to Emmanuel instead.

This made him feel very embarrassed. Feeling a pang of insecurity, he wondered, am I not worthy of being taken seriously?

With a puzzled expression, one of the waitresses exclaimed, “Oh, are you also Lowe too?”

She appeared confused because they had received instructions from the manager to escort Emmanuel’s group to the VIP lounge, and they had not expected there to be two tables of people!

“Nonsense! They’re only here to freeload!” Cherlynn stated icily.

Upon hearing this, the two waiters swiftly extended invitations to usher everyone to the VIP room, saying, “We are truly sorry! Please come in together!”

However, upon reaching the entrance of the VIP room, Cherlynn expressed her dissatisfaction once more, stating, “There are too many people, and the room won’t fit everyone!”

In truth, the VIP room was quite spacious, with just everyone combined, totaling about twenty people, which could easily accommodate them all.

Cherlynn felt that having so many people squeezed together in such an ups lacked a sense of refinement.

At that moment, Cherlynn sneered inwardly. If only everyone here were respectable.

disabled. Dining with

Cherlynn’s intention, Ryder turned to Emmanuel and

to the lobby for our meal

of our Lowe’s family circle, is with us for this meal. Is it necessary to speak disparagingly about others?

this, one of the waitresses immediately responded tactfully, “Mr. Lowe, if you feel “that it’s” crowded, we can arrange an additional

Cherlynn mistakenly attributed Jack’s influence and promptly began him, saying, “Jack, you’re incredible! Despite all our talk earlier, it was just your cas complaint that prompted the restaurant to

quite surprised. He thought to himself. After all, my father is also the boss of the company in Onza. Why do my complaints seem to have an effect while my father’s complaints are

for a moment and suddenly

were judging based on appearances. After all, he was dressed in high-end brands from head to toe, and he even wore a

giving the impression of wealth.

ended up

two sisters, specifically chose some luxurious dishes

pouted and said to Jack, “Honey, I heard they have the red wine from Bodegas Sicilia

bottle cost?” he

“Wow, 1.05

afford to drink a bottle of wine? I really want to try it!” Cherlynn pleaded from the side, gently nudging Jack’s arm with her shoulder.

a bottle then!” Jack reluctantly agreed.