The shrill laughter reverberated throughout the private room, while Amy and Fenny's faces were painted with smug expressions of schadenfreude.
At this point, Beryl Mill, who couldn't stand their triumphant demeanor, blurted out, "What the heck is so funny? Can't even eating shut you guys up?!
You were the ones who first wanted to change to a bigger room to begin with. Now that we've changed to a bigger room, again, it's you, all sarcastic and all. Do you still want to eat today or not?
If you don't want to eat, then get the hell out of here!"
Beryl Mill, with her fiery temper, certainly wasn't going to tolerate Amy and her crew. Had it not been for Sherry Jones's mediation just now, she would have probably come to blows with them by now.
But at this moment, facing Beryl's hot temper, Amy and Fenny's faces showed no guilt at all. Instead, they were looking at Beryl contemptuously, as if she was nothing in their eyes.
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