Chapter 32: Terrance Lyson, He's My Boss Right Now

The cheerful mood shattered in an instant. Josiah Lapwood swaggered over with a heavily made-up woman draped around his shoulders, chin tipped high. "What, you own this place? You can come, but I can't? You cheap slut!" Terrance Lyson set down his lobster. The warmth drained from his eyes, leaving a thin, dangerous chill. Amy Casson hurriedly pressed a hand to his arm and murmured, "Don't bother with him. Let's just eat." "We paid to be here," she added. Terrance picked up his chopsticks again...