Agnes Baker was somewhat angry: "Where have you seen people being asked to leave halfway through their meal? How ridiculous! Where’s your Manager? Let your Manager come over."

Wincent Sullivan rubbed his temple, encountering this kind of bizarre situation for the first time, while pulling Agnes Baker, urging her not to act impulsively.

He then turned to Nathalie Quinlan, intending to resolve the matter peacefully: "Nathalie Quinlan, have you finished eating? How about we just leave?"

The reason Wincent Sullivan was so tolerant was because they were not from the Great Families and did not have the protection of the Great Families.

They had little support.

Even though the Ocean Pavilion was just a restaurant, the owner behind it was extremely influential, seemingly a formidable figure.

He didn’t want to cause a conflict with such a person over a small matter.

So Wincent Sullivan, seeing clearly that the supervisor in front of him had elements of bullying, habitually chose to endure it.

"Who’s leaving? I’m not leaving!" Agnes Baker couldn’t swallow the insult and shouted out.

Wincent Sullivan reminded her: "This is Inderia, just bear with it."

Agnes Baker’s fair face turned crimson instantly, her eyes reddened with anger. She endured it again, turning her head away angrily, and stopped insisting on seeing the Manager.

The Ocean Pavilion’s supervisor, upon witnessing this scene, showed a trace of disdain in their sharp eyes, the curve of their smile unchanged, as if certain they would have to swallow this dumb loss, and smiled slightly: "Our Manager is busy, probably doesn’t have time to come over."

Had she not said that last line, it might have been alright.

But bringing it up deliberately was clearly mocking Agnes Baker.

Agnes Baker was so infuriated her lips turned pale, and her finger pointed tremblingly at her: "You..."

Only to hear a ’scraping’ sound of a chair dragging across the ground inside the private room, causing everyone inside to look towards the source of the sound.

The girl stood up from her seat, unhurriedly picked up her phone, her brow reflecting an uncontrollable rebellious air, and she seemed to smile, saying to the people inside the room: "Hold on a sec, I’ll make a phone call."

"Nathalie Quinlan, don’t be impulsive..." Wincent Sullivan, while trying to appease the extremely upset Agnes Baker, didn’t have the energy to stop another person.

He watched helplessly as the girl lightly nodded, coolly pulled the Duckbill Cap down further to cover her strikingly delicate face, and then walked out of the private room to make a phone call out in the corridor.

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t take much time.

About a minute.

A minute later, she returned.

She looked at the short-haired supervisor waiting in the private room, there to oversee their exit, and raised her eyes, her eyes dark and sharp: "Mind waiting two minutes?"

Though her words seemed quite polite.

The tone however, carried an unconcealable arrogance and audacity, as if the Ocean Pavilion’s supervisor wasn’t even worth her attention.

The supervisor at the Ocean Pavilion, being someone who had seen a lot, was momentarily taken aback, puzzled as to where the young girl in front of her got such a strong presence, but after briefly pondering, she agreed: "Alright."

After all, it was just two minutes.

She was also prepared for Nathalie Quinlan to find another excuse to delay, slightly raising her chin, emphasizing: "I’ll wait for two minutes, after two minutes, I hope you will leave the Ocean Pavilion."

"What if we aren’t the ones leaving after two minutes?" Nathalie Quinlan seemed to smile a bit, though the smile didn’t reach her eyes, and remarked ambiguously as she returned to her seat.

...

On the other side.

Zevaney Kingsley’s group in that private room had already started receiving dishes one after another.

The young man who had just walked to the back managed to slip into the private room along with the waiter serving the dishes, and found his seat to sit down.