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Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 397

The waiter looked helplessly at Effie, then glanced over toward Isabel, clearly unsure how to respond.

Isabel’s voice sliced through the tension, cold and commanding. “If you can’t handle this, go get your manager.”

Relief flickered across the waiter’s face. Of course—he couldn’t fix this, but the manager might.

He hurried away, and before long, returned with the restaurant manager in tow.

The manager could sense the charged atmosphere before he even got close. This was the kind of drama he’d rather avoid, but unfortunately, these two difficult customers had chosen his restaurant tonight.

“Ladies, I’m terribly sorry your dining experience hasn’t met expectations,” he began diplomatically. “If you’ll allow me, I’d like to offer a solution.”

Effie folded her arms across her chest. “And what exactly do you suggest?”

Isabel tapped her fingernails impatiently on the table. “Let’s hear it. I’m curious what you’ll come up with.”

The manager turned to Isabel. “Miss, it seems you’re quite sensitive to noise, so perhaps the main dining area isn’t the best fit. Unfortunately, all our private rooms are fully booked tonight—there’s not a single one left, and I do apologize for that. As compensation, we’d like to offer you a twenty-dollar voucher, valid indefinitely. Would that be acceptable?”

“Twenty dollars?” Isabel slammed her hand on the table and shot to her feet, voice ringing out across the restaurant. “You think you can fob me off like some beggar?”

The force of her outburst rattled the entire table, sending silverware skittering and plates clattering with a piercing din.

A number of diners turned to stare.

“Twenty dollars is an insult!” Isabel seethed through clenched teeth.

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