"Please let go!" Charlotte Green angrily tried to shake off that hairy hand, her delicate and soft voice carrying a frightened tremble.
James Cliff saw the trembling little white rabbit, his adrenaline soaring, "I can let go of you, but only if you come into the Private Room with me."
"Gentlemen, I am the duty manager. May I ask what happened?" Manager Harper hurried over to play the hero.
"Nothing much, just wanted to invite this lady to have a meal with me," James Cliff said with a rascally smile.
"Well... sir, this lady is just a pianist here, it's still her working hours, maybe..."
"Cut the crap! Just find someone else to replace her! Do you mean to say that without piano music you can't eat?" James Cliff glared at everyone, and they all lowered their heads.
"Beautiful lady, let's go. It's just a meal," said James Cliff, forcefully taking Charlotte Green away.
