Gisele didn't dare to look at Lucas again and hurriedly said to the pretty boy sitting opposite her, "We've finished eating. Let's leave quickly!"
Then she stood up with her purse in hand to leave.
Seeing how flustered she was, Lucas sneered. "Miss Taylor, we're not done with the matters here yet. You want to leave just like that?"
Gisele's face was extremely sullen, but she pretended to be calm. "Ahem, it's just a dress. Since it's ruined, I'll just get another one. I won't hold it against this woman! Let's go now!" She quickly tried to leave again.
"Hold it!" Lucas stopped her again. "Weren't you really arrogant just now? You even tried to force the two of us to eat the food scraps soiled with your saliva. You want to leave just like that?"
"What exactly do you want?" Gisele was angry and ashamed. "Lucas Gray, don't go too far! I'm an heiress of the Taylors, and now, I've decided not to hold the waitress liable. What else do you want?"