The woman who spoke up was sitting behind Alex and seemed to be in her thirties.
She overheard their conversation since she was sitting so close by.
She had been listening to them since Michelle said she’d have Priscilla in Alex’s bed. She absolutely despised the two, and even wanted to call the cops on them. It was a relief that Alex turned down the offer.
Later on, she heard them talking about Thousand Leaves, saying that they’d be able to get the permit with just a word. Upon listening to this, she almost spat out her spicy stew.
She just so happened to know about Thousand Leaves. Her husband sold building materials too, though he was just a small distributor working under the California franchise. She knew that Thousand Leaves was owned by the Yowells, one of the four richest families in California. The company was also well advertised.
Her husband distributed hundreds of different brands of building materials, yet Thousand Leaves contributed seventy percent of their sales.
How could that young lady say that she’d be able to get the sales permit from such a famous brand with one word? This was clearly a joke.
What’s more appalling was that she started bluffing that the young man was the master of California’s miracle doctor.
Michelle rolled her eyes and glared at the woman. “Who the heck are you?”
The woman laughed again. “I’m St. Mary!”
They had already caught the attention of all the customers who started laughing at them as well.
“What the f*ck Are you looking for a fight, b*tch?”
Michelle said as she slammed the table, she was ready to slap.
Alex held her hand down. “Why are you so triggered? They’ll just have to see it for themselves. Why would a nobody’s words anger the Yowell diva? That just goes to show your flaws. You have to start learning how to control your emotions. It would benefit your health greatly.”
Michelle sat back down though her eyes still gave out a glare.
However, that woman wouldn’t stop taunting. “You tried to slap me? Just look at yourself! Even going as far as calling her the Yowell diva, what a f*cking bluff! Don’t tell me your sorry *ss is from one of the four richest families, the Yowells. You wish! Why would a Yowell come to such a shabby place to eat spicy stew? Is your life just based on such lies? If you’re a Yowell, then I’m the queen of the United Nations!”
Just then, the woman was slapped hard across the face.
It was Jack Trent.
His expression was darkened. “How dare you insult the young lady? Do you have a death wish?”
After being slapped, the woman fumed and screamed like a maniac.
But she was outnumbered as they had three people from their side. She said, “You’re dead meat for slapping me! Don’t you dare run, you bunch of liars!”
She rushed out to call for help.
Alex and the others didn’t care at all.
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