Inside the shop, the doors were closed again by the two waitstaff. Finn Lewis then walked over to Hannah Lincoln, looking at the hand imprint on her face, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, thank you, boss." Hannah's gratitude was genuine. She'd been in this circle for quite some time, and the clientele of the Moon of West Lake has always been wealthy. She understood their character all too well. Experiencing violence was nothing new– it had happened to one of the waitstaff before.
The wealthy culprit preferred to throw tens of thousands of yuan as compensation rather than apologize. Hannah remembered his words, "Do you think you're worthy of my apology? I'm giving you money as compensation, as an acknowledgment of your existence. Is 100,000 yuan enough?" So, he had his assistant hand over 100,000 yuan. Although the waitstaff was unhappy, what could they do? They had no recourse. To these people, money was nothing. However, saying sorry wasn't as simple as they wished it to be.
