With a serious look on his handsome face, Ace said coldly, "Is she finally here?"
"Huh? Who?"
The manager looked confused.
"Who do you think?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Moran, I have no idea who you're talking about…"
Ace's perfect facial features almost disintegrated. Keeping his anger in check, he asked, "If you don't know who I'm talking about, why are you talking to me?"
"I just want to inform you that we're closing…"
The manager lowered his eyes and said cautiously.
In truth, their restaurant was supposed to close half an hour ago.
But because Ace Moran was posing in front of the window without the slightest intention of leaving, no one dared to tell him.
"Are you waiting for someone? Do you want us to call that person for you?"
The restaurant manager saw that Ace's expression was as cold as ice, so he boldly asked.
"No need!"
Ace's handsome face stiffened as his thin lips spat out those words.