"Manager Mia, this..." Manager Wang looked towards Mia Foster for help, his fingertip numb from Felix Shaw's grip. The man, who had worked in the commercial field for years and was rarely exposed to sun or wind, had pale skin that made the sweat beads on his forehead even more noticeable.
Mia Foster had already turned her head, her sharp gaze staring at Felix Shaw, but before she could say anything, the latter had already let go of Manager Wang's hand, accompanied by a light sneer, "Useless pretty boy."
Manager Wang...
Returned to his seat and kept wiping his sweat with a tissue.
Mia Foster...
Frowned at Felix Shaw, her breathing getting heavier. The server brought over a new set of cutlery, politely placed it on the table, and said "Please enjoy your meal," before leaving. Felix Shaw took the cutlery to his side, glanced at the few dishes on the table, and said carelessly, "Wife, why isn't there any wine?"
