The front desk staff at the Emperor's Feast were flabbergasted; what was going on today? Both private rooms had ordered stir-fried pork! If it weren't for the fact that one of them was a respectable VIP and the other their big boss, they would have thought these people had come to pick a fight!
They found someone to obediently make two servings, giving the first one to Mr. Charlie and the other, which was five minutes late, was brought over.
As the waiter approached, they saw Mr. Charlie whisper something to his assistant before leaving with a cold expression on his face.
As the waiter arrived at the door of room 807 carrying the stir-fried pork, another waiter stopped them, "No need to bring it in."
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In the private room.
Irvin Sharman closed the door, feeling like today couldn't possibly get worse. But whatever, he decided to let it go and focus on more important things.
