"Miss Scott, how was your meal? Are you satisfied?"
The manager's demeanor was respectful, his tone reverent, clearly presenting a humble posture.
"..."
The room was silent, not a sound was heard.
Even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.
Everyone seemed dumbfounded, quietly watching the scene unfold, each with eyes that seemed about to pop out.
Lily Turner and Isabella Hart were also stunned, their expressions dazed, clearly not understanding why the manager had "mistaken the identity," their confused minds failing to grasp the scene before them.
As for Sophie Scott, who had been tense and expectant—
At this moment, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her circulating blood instantly freezing, fresh blood solidifying in her veins, and her body temperature being completely stripped away, she was so cold that even her bones couldn't stop trembling.
The world spun and her head was dizzy.
