“Watch your mouth, b*tch. I’m here to show some support. How dare you call me trash? How high-end do you think your shop is? It’s nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Since we’re not welcome here, we’ll leave.”
“Zion, it’s not that we don’t want to be here. Your wife is horrible.”
All the workers were angry.
Zion apologized. “I’m sorry, everyone. I’m sorry. I apologize on behalf of Louisa.”
“Zion, you piece of trash. Why are you apologizing? Even though our shop isn’t too high-end, we still couldn’t allow any Tom, Dick, or Harry to enter. Get them out of here!”
Just then, a man in a suit and tie approached. Louisa put on her best smile.
“Mr. Zackson! Please, come in!”
She warmly greeted him.
Zion’s expression was ugly.
He looked at his friends, wanting to explain.
However, all of them ignored him, turning to leave instead.
“Ay.”
Zion sighed in resignation.
James saw the whole thing.
He shook his head slightly.
He looked at the time. It was almost time to eat.
“Zion.”
He called out for Zion, halting him in his steps.
Zion turned to look at James, a bitter expression on his face. “Sorry, James. You’ve seen me at my worst.”
James waved a hand. “It’s nothing. I reserved a table yesterday. It’s almost time. I’m ready to eat.”
“James, I reserved a private room on the second floor just for you.”
“What private room?” Louisa looked at James disdainfully as she ushered guests inside.
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