"Haha, Miss, why worry about these people? Most are just low-class people who co here to spend their paychecks. They’re no trouble to you."
"That’s right. Besides, my father is one of the investors in the restaurant, so we can say whatever we want here. Right, dear custors?" He looked at the custors present and, as he expected, although you had to be rich to eat here, these people weren’t as rich as he was.
They were here enjoying their food. They were spending money, but in terms of wealth, could anyone compare to the nobles?
To them, it was ridiculous that the young lady in front of them, who was more powerful than they were, would say such a thing.
But she just sighed. ’They have no manners. Tsk, I should have co alone,’ she thought, annoyed, and chose a random table to sit at.
"Miss, this place isn’t good... Let’s go to the VIP seats on the terrace. I have a reservation..."
"No need." She was curt. "I didn’t co here to enjoy your reservations, I just ca to eat." Sitting down, she looked at a young man sitting at the table next to her.
’White hair?’ she was shocked. ’And those blue eyes... He’s a foreigner. Where is he from? The north? What a handso appearance,’ she thought.
She didn’t notice that she had chosen a table with only two chairs, but her friends did.
And since there weren’t many tables in this area, they looked at the table for two where Louis was sitting.
One of them then stepped forward and grabbed the chair handle.
"Move. This seat is reserved."
After learning that so idiots were disturbing the peace, Louis returned to looking at the landscape. He hadn’t even noticed those guys coming up beside him when suddenly an annoying, loud voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
He turned to look at him and frowned.
"Don’t you know how to talk? I don’t think yelling is how to do it in normal situations," he complained.
The loud guy’s eyebrows knitted together.
"Do you think I care? This place is reserved, so move!" His voice sounded serious and angry, but a little softer than before.
Louis sighed.
"I sat here and was served by a waiter. At no point was I told that this spot was reserved." He said, pointing to an empty table across from the girl sitting. "Look, maybe that’s your reservation."
The young man was surprised that the boy couldn’t understand what he was saying. Didn’t he understand that it was a threat?
So he went to grab his arm to pull him out of his seat, but then the girl stood up abruptly and grabbed his arm first.
"If you respect and believe I have status, can you sit sowhere quiet? We’re in a distinguished place with distinguished custors!"
The young man, who was clearly used to doing this, as evidenced by the fact that neither the custors nor the restaurant security staff did anything, couldn’t understand her way of thinking.
He was young and stupid.
"Miss, don’t worry. I just want to put the tables together. This little bastard probably isn’t even buying anything." He said, looking at the table. "The restaurant rules say that no one can hog tables or occupy tables they’re not using, and he has nothing. It’s obvious he’s just here to enjoy the atmosphere."
"Look at him, his clothes are so... ordinary." His mocking tone annoyed Louis a little.
It also annoyed the girl who was trying to diate between this annoying person and the waiter. She spoke again, or at least she tried to, but soone beat her to it.
"What’s going on? It’s been a long ti since we’ve had this kind of commotion in our restaurant. Is so idiot causing trouble again?" The man’s voice was slightly hoarse but spoke with a strange modesty that ca through his vocal cords.
It was a slightly magical way of speaking.
Louis frowned. ’Is it magic?’ he thought, naturally drawn to this peculiarity.
Then a man appeared from the door leading to the main restaurant.
"Master." The security guards greeted him quickly, as did so waiters.
The custors looked at him with admiration.
Even the rich young n who were causing trouble turned around to greet him.
But he simply ignored them. He was carrying a tray with a jug of fine wine. He could see who the troublemakers were at a glance, but this ti he had a custor.
It had been a while since he had co out to this side to serve a custor, so he quickly found his custor’s table.
Table 4.
’Is that young man the custor?’ He looked at the white hair and blue eyes staring at him with strange curiosity. ’He is certainly a foreigner.’ The Master smiled calmly and approached him.
"Young man, I was told that you were a handso young man who wanted to try the best wine this old man offers. Being a young foreigner, I admire your determination to pay for my service. So I hope you enjoy it. With this one, only four bottles are left for this month, so take your ti. It is a valuable wine."
He placed the wine and three glasses on the table with smooth, elegant movents, ready to serve.
But then his movents stopped when he felt the stares of so people. He looked up and frowned.
His eyes shone with a certain intensity.
First, he greeted the young lady.
"Long ti no see, Young Lady." He said, then looked at the boys. "I hope you’re not bothering one of my valued custors, you little troublemakers. I don’t need to remind you what happens to those who do." His threatening tone did the trick, and the boys quickly shook their heads.
"No, no. Master, it’s not what it looks like. We were just saying hello to your custor." The one who quickly acted obsequiously was the sa one who had yelled at Louis earlier.
The Wine Master nodded slightly and looked at Louis. If he showed any discomfort or revealed that he was upset with them, he would kick them out. But Louis’s expression was calm.
He didn’t want to disturb his peace right now by fighting with rich kids.
Therefore, the Wine Master let those guys go elsewhere.
They nodded and looked at the young lady. "Let’s go to table six," they said without further ado.
But the Master had other plans. ’Since my mission here is to provide my client with contacts, this young lady is a good choice.’ He smiled.
"Join us for a glass of wine, Miss Evergreen. This wine is my specialty; it’s good for your throat," he said.
Miss Evergreen looked back at him, surprised.
Even Louis was surprised.
The Master looked first at Louis. "Young sir, your purchase of my services includes providing you with so contacts you don’t know. I am part of that deal, but may I add Miss Evergreen? She won’t disappoint you."
Louis frowned. ’A peculiar deal.’
He looked at the girl in question—a girl born into nobility with a wonderful personality, good looks, and no airs and graces.
Although she was dressed like a princess, in pompous, elegant dresses that set her apart from the rest of the people walking beside her, she was not arrogant.
She was the kind of person anyone who saw her would like, just because of that peculiarity.
Besides, her last na...
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