Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty



The door to the private room was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

Most people present jumped in surprise.

Yolanda turned her head slightly, glancing toward the door.

A group of tall men dressed in black stormed in. They resembled bodyguards.

Leading them was a young man with dyed yellow hair, Alan Glisson. He was smoking a cigarette and looked visibly impatient.

Without acknowledging the people present, he shouted, "This private room is ours now. You have one minute to pack up and get out." Joe's face darkened immediately, and he responded curtly, "This private room was reserved by us. We still have time left."

Alan scoffed. "The president of Miller Group wants this private room. Are you refusing?"

The crowd in the banquet hall was momentarily stunned.

They recognized the Miller Group. These people were under Daniel's command.

Joe's anger quickly dissipated, and he forced a smile. "Well, it seems we've finished our meal anyway. We shouldn't occupy the space any longer."

He knew well enough about Daniel's influence. People of his status couldn't afford to offend Miller Group.

Immediately, Joe changed his earlier assertive demeanor and awkwardly spoke to the other relatives present, "Since Mr. Miller and our factory have a partnership, it's only right to give him this courtesy."

While trying to save face, Joe provided an excuse to make his retreat appear reasonable and less embarrassing.

Having heard Alan's claim, the other relatives also appeared nervous and cautious.

When Joe spoke, they all nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Alice quickly added,

"Exactly! Entrepreneurs like Mr. Miller are incredibly busy. His time is the most valuable thing. We can go somewhere else to eat just as well."

Hearing this, the relatives began to cooperate and prepare to leave.

Alan and the other bodyguards

watched smugly as everyone

moved However, they soon notit

thatone person remained seated.

"Hey, you! The ugly one over there, why aren't you getting up? Get out now!"

Yolanda seemed not to have heard and remained seated. She calmly picked up the cutlery to serve herself some steak and began eating leisurely.

Alice quickly rushed over to Yolanda's side and scolded her angrily, "Yolanda, get up right now."

Yolanda looked up slightly. She asked coldly, "The meal isn't finished yet. Why should I leave?"

Alice was speechless. She was infuriated, nearly at her wit's end.

She had never seen anyone so utterly clueless about social cues.

"Don't you see Mr. Miller wants this private room?"

"Mr. Miller?" Yolanda scoffed. She put down her cutleries and looked toward Alan, who was standing at the door.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Let him come here and ask me personally. Then I might consider giving the private room to him."