""Is Christopher Robinson the owner of this mall?"
The waiter was taken aback. He had certainly heard of Christopher Robinson, but whether he was the owner of this mall was beyond his knowledge as a mere waiter.
Amelia Cobb looked at the waiter's bewildered expression and grew impatient. She waved her hand, "Call your manager over."
Soon, the manager came over with the mentality that the guest was being unreasonable and should avoid any conflict. However, when he saw Amelia's face, that thought vanished instantly.
Mrs. Robinson's name came to his mind.
Although the two had already divorced, the feeling of being separated didn't seem strong.
Amelia's side didn't know what was going on next door, so the conversation continued, and the irony in their words remained unconstrained.
Until the folding screen was pulled open.
The conversation suddenly stopped.
Four or five wealthy young ladies stared wide-eyed at the two next door.
