Bab 513: Chapter 373: Oil Chicken Conk

"You are a bad person!" The little girl took a wary step back before turning and running out, leaving Betty with a face full of stomachache.

"Give me another chance, big sister! Aren't you called Marilyn Monroe?" Betty's face was full of melancholy, and even if she were ever so capable, it wouldn't be possible to guess the little girl's name outright.

Besides, the girl didn't have anything on her that could prove her identity, Betty felt that this was simply impossible.

"Miss Betty, what's wrong?" Betty's scream attracted Moriarty's attention, and he looked up at her, puzzled.

"It's nothing... I just feel that this game is really hard..." Betty shook her head in dismay, thinking that if the little girl showed up at the same time tomorrow, then she really would have to figure out how to beat the game.

For starters, shouldn't she at least try to get the other party into the restaurant?