Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Chapter 985

Chapter 985 You’re Dining With a Shark

"You can pack up and leave if this young lady doesn't forgive you!"

None of the diners here were people they could afford to offend, and spilling the food onto their clothes was, even more so, a big no-no.

After all, Vania's shirt alone was worth a year of their salary. As if they could afford to pay for compensation!

The manager's tirade only got uglier, making the server bawl in fright. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's just a shirt. There's no need to make such a big deal out of it." Vania spoke up nonchalantly, then took a gander at the server standing next to her—whose head was hung low—and said, "Why don't you help me get my shirt cleaned?"

At that, the three guys glanced at the server, then said nothing, for a common thought arose within them. Has the operation begun? It's happening faster than expected.

Meanwhile, Vania stopped abruptly when they arrived in front of the washroom.

As the server kept her head low the entire time, she nearly ran into Vania. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry!"

Of course, Vania made nothing of her apology. "Go on, tell me. Why did you go so far to draw me out?"

However, the server continued playing dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about." She shook her head, then changed the topic. "I'll clean your shirt right away. Please don't punish me."

With that, she reached out for Vania's shirt, but Vania evaded swiftly.

"This isn't a shirt you can afford to touch," warned Vania condescendingly. "This is a five-star restaurant, and the employees here are very professional. There's no way something like this will ever happen. Also, your uniform tells me you're no rookie."

A rookie's uniform would be fresh and clean, but the server's set was old. Plus, she looked a little old to be a rookie, and there was no doubt she had been in the business for years.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The server, who was already busted, continued to play dumb. However, her panicking face had already betrayed her.

"So, it's the manager who acted along with you who wants to see me, huh? Have him come out, then."

The next second, a series of claps rang across the space. "You really are smarter than most, Ms. Greyson. Indeed, I have something to tell you."

"You could've just told me straight," said Vania impassively without even sparing the manager a glance. "There's no need for you to go all this way. This isn't a dress your instigator can pay for, you know."

Though ashamed, the manager still pulled a phone up. Showing on the screen was a paused interface of a clip.

One glance was all Vania needed to know it was the clip Thomas had shown her earlier. Did this guy draw me out here just to show me this? Interesting.

However, she played dumb and feigned surprise. "What is the meaning of this?"

"You'll know once you look at it." The manager knew at once she was interested when he saw her expression.

At that, Vania pretended as though she was hesitant to take the phone from him.

"There's nothing wrong with the phone. I just want to show you the clip," said the manager reassuringly, thinking she was worried she'd be assassinated. "I can hold it while you watch if you're so worried."

"It's fine. I'll watch it later."

"That won't do." The manager blocked Vania's path. "I suggest you watch it here. After all, you're dining with a shark. I'm worried for your safety."

At that, Vania glanced at the clip and asked in surprise, "Are you saying Thomas is the shark?!"

The next second, she chuckled with sheer doubt. "Might I warn you that you'll be held legally responsible for spewing meaningless words. He and my husband are very close friends."