The manager shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, it is indeed our fault."
Ethan Smith frowned, and was about to leave with Edward Green when the waiter behind them muttered quietly, "Just saving you some face, do we really have to spell it out that some big shot took your seats?"
Although the voice was very low, it still reached Ethan's ears.
His face turned cold, and he said icily, "What kind of big shot? Call them out and let me see."
Upon hearing this, the manager's face changed slightly.
He hurriedly explained, "There's no big shot, he's just talking nonsense. Don't mind it."
"Then show me the reservation list." Ethan said coldly.
Seeing this, the manager was also getting impatient.
He said in an unfriendly tone, "I'm giving you a way out, why don't you know how to take it? Fine, I'll tell you, someone did take your seats, what about it?"
"You motherfucker!" Edward Green suddenly became furious and grabbed the manager by the collar.
