"Mr. Sullivan, you just said that this person is a guest at your restaurant and you can't ask him to leave. So, what if he is not a guest at your restaurant? Do you have the authority to kick him out, then?" Seeing that the girl in a business suit did not stop her, the pretty girl shouted at Mr. Sullivan.
"Not a guest at our restaurant?" Sullivan was stunned, looking confused when he heard that. After all, why would he be here at the New Century Restaurant if not for lunch? The restaurant manager was puzzled. "What do you mean by that, Ms. Phillips?"
"I know this person. He is a poor incel working as a food delivery guy. Do you think someone like him could afford to dine in this restaurant?" the pretty girl said insistently.
Sullivan could not help but turn to look at Connor in puzzlement.
"Look at him. He is a pauper. How could he afford to dine at the New Century Restaurant?"
