Amid Bai He’s confusion, a series of anxious footsteps echoed from the hallway behind her.
A blond, blue-eyed, refined-looking man suddenly squeezed in from the line outside waiting for a table, looking even more puzzled than Bai He: "What is going on?"
Davis’s assistant, spotting Ambassador Alexander’s arrival, beca even more arrogant: "Ambassador, you clearly understand Dean Davis’s stature. He’s influential not only in our country M but also across France, Italy, and many European nations. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have asked you to help secure a reservation at this restaurant. But unexpectedly, you chose such a lousy place. Before the Dean gets angry, I hope you promptly address this and teach these ignorant Empire people so manners, to know how to serve distinguished guests from the West..."
An ambassador can represent a nation.
These kids might not grasp Dean Davis’s status, but surely they know the role of an ambassador.
Having the ambassador reprimand them was the most fitting solution.
The most important thing was to calm Dean Davis and ensure he enjoyed a satisfactory al.
After speaking, the assistant didn’t even glance at Bai He and Zuzi but stared intently at Alexander, pressuring him to take action.
Hearing this, Alexander’s expression grew stern.
Just when Davis’s entourage thought he would assert the might of Western countries in the Empire, Alexander unexpectedly said, "I’m sorry, but if this is the case, you might have to leave."
"What?" The other party thought they misheard, "Ambassador, I’m asking you to reprimand and chase away those short people..."
Alexander, frowning deeper, interrupted, "It is you who should leave. You don’t even realize that getting a table here is nearly impossible. Even a king couldn’t secure a reservation! I waited in line myself all morning to get this spot. Seeing as it’s your first ti here, I temporarily offered it to you, giving you a chance to taste classic Empire cuisine. If you don’t appreciate it, that’s fine, but making all these bizarre complaints—are you aware the line outside stretches to the elevator? If you can’t appreciate it, plenty of others are eager to do so!"
Davis’s entourage was dumbfounded.
Though they noticed many people queuing outside when they entered, they had no idea it was for this restaurant. Nor did they realize soone like Alexander would need to queue personally for a al, rather than just casually instruct the restaurant to reserve a spot respectfully for him.
"What’s so special about this restaurant? Ambassador, have the boss co out, we’ll talk to him directly. I refuse to believe this boss would dare offend people from country M..." The assistant’s words were once again cut short.
This ti, Bai He sneered as she spoke, pointing to her chest: "I am the boss."
The atmosphere in the private room instantly beca even more tense and awkward.
What?
This clueless young woman is the boss?
Bai He snorted: "As the boss, I have only one thing to say to you all—please get out of my restaurant! Thank you!"
This young girl dares to speak to them like that?
Davis’s entourage looked at Alexander, expecting him, as the interdiary, to at least diate.
But Alexander stood beside Bai He, nodding deeply: "This is Boss Bai’s territory, and what she says goes. Hurry and leave, I intend to use this room to host my friends for dinner."
Davis’s group almost spat out their collective fury onto the table.
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