"A meal? Someone has reserved the entire hotel today. Please go somewhere else for your meal." The manager didn't mince his words with Nathan Yeats. He didn't humble himself down just because the latter was a VIP at the hotel.
After all, managers of the hotel had shares here too.
Chloe Yeats's hotel made bucket-loads of money every year. Of course, his shares meant that he had a share of the pie too.
At the very least, he didn't have to fear Nathan Yeats.
"Huh? That can't be. I saw that there were still seats available yesterday."
Just then, the James family was starting to get impatient. "Nathan, when can we go in to have our meal?"
Of course, Nathan Yeats was in a tight spot. He was at a loss.
