"No problem." Natalie Lambert grinned wickedly, "You can eat your fill."
"Catherine, I just agreed to have lunch with Natalie." Tiffany Smith awkwardly declined Catherine's kindness.
"With her? Tiffany, are you joking?" Catherine sneered, pointing at the crowd outside, "Look at the people lining up outside. If you eat with her, you won't have time to eat before the competition starts. Look at these people, who knows how long they'll have to wait in line. Don't believe me, ask Natalie if she got a number and how many tables are ahead of her."
Hearing Catherine's aggressive words, Natalie Lambert let out a cold laugh.
"I don't need to get in line. My cousin booked a private room." Natalie didn't even look at Catherine as she spoke to Tiffany Smith, "You don't mind having lunch with my cousins, right?"
Cousins meant the young masters of the Thompson family.
And the cousin, naturally, was Ivy Thompson.
