Chapitre 197: Cheaper 197

The young woman's face went pale as Jeremy's words sank in.

"But… but you asked me to," she stammered, her voice trembling. She glanced nervously at Ethan, as though hoping for some kind of backup.

Jeremy leaned back in his chair, swirling the glass of wine in his hand with casual indifference. "Sure,"

he said with a smirk face.

"but do you think your manager would believe that? Let's face it—it's pretty unprofessional of you to sit down and eat with customers, isn't it?"

Upon hearing what Jeremy just said.

The girl's hands tightened into fists at her sides, her fear evident. She looked like she wanted to say something but thought better of it. Her gaze darted around the room as if searching for an escape or a way out of the mess.

Jeremy pulled out his phone, his movements slow and deliberate. "Relax,"

he said, holding it out toward her. "Save your number. We'll settle this in another way."