Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 397

The waiter looked helplessly at Effie, then glanced over toward Isabel, clearly unsure how to respond.

Isabel's voice sliced through the tension, cold and commanding. "If you can't handle this, go get your manager."

Relief flickered across the waiter's face. Of course he couldn't fix this, but the manager might.

He hurried away, and before long, returned with the restaurant manager in tow.

The manager could sense the charged atmosphere before he even got close. This was the kind of drama he'd rather avoid, but unfortunately, these two difficult customers had chosen his restaurant tonight.

"Ladies, I'm terribly sorry your dining experience hasn't met expectations," he began diplomatically. "If you'll allow me, I'd like to offer a solution."

Effie folded her arms across her chest. "And what exactly do you suggest?"

Isabel tapped her fingernails impatiently on the table. "Let's hear it. I'm curious what you'll come up with."

The manager turned to Isabel. "Miss, it seems you're quite sensitive to noise, so perhaps the main dining area isn't the best fit. Unfortunately, all our private rooms are fully booked tonight-there's not a single one left, and I do apologize for that. As compensation, we'd like to offer you a twenty-dollar voucher, valid indefinitely. Would that be acceptable?"

"Twenty dollars?" Isabel slammed her hand on the table and shot to her feet, voice ringing out across the restaurant. "You think you can fob me off like some beggar?"

table, sending silverware

of diners turned to

is an insult!"

We're a small business—there's no way we can meet unreasonable demands. If you insist on causing a

leaned in, feigning

famous? If a story got out that a celebrity caused a scene over

exactly who Isabel was. She just wasn't saying it—at least, not yet. Whether or not she would expose her

face darkened, her expression so tense it seemed she

sly smile that made Isabel's skin crawl. "Ah, I remember

Isabel barked, cutting her off. "You can forget about me ever spending another

and all but bolted for the exit, nearly tripping

She was terrified

Effie would blurt

name.

already stalled,

el.no

searching for a comeback. The last thing