No matter how well they blended into society, could they ever compare to those who were born without a worry in the world?
However, in the final moment, the restaurant manager who had been standing outside the door threw out a sentence that suppressed all their resentment.
"The bill for this meal has been put on young master Brightwill's tab, you all can enjoy your meal without any worries."
The restaurant manager had a somewhat smiling face, but he didn't show the same respect he had for Rowdy Brightwill earlier, he was just being politely perfunctory. After speaking, he carefully closed the door for them and left without any hesitation.
As for the group still in the private room, they all looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Only Patrick Morrison was silent, lost in thought.
If he remembered correctly, he had seen Rowdy Brightwill's face before…
Seems like, from the East Sea Fleet Marine Brigade?
...
"So, did I give you enough face?"
