His gaze swept over her, and both Sally Brown and her fiancé froze for a moment, feeling like they were being watched by a wolf.
But the other person was just an intern, not even fit to carry their shoes; how could he possibly have such an imposing aura?
It must be their imagination...
With that thought, the two of them quickly regained their composure.
Sally's eyes flashed subtly, and she deliberately put on a very polite and cultured air as she introduced a few dishes to Mr. Wilson, then asked if he liked them.
As soon as she heard Mr. Wilson liked them, she immediately turned to Charles White and switched to French, asking him to order.
With so many dish names, even she, who was doing the ordering, could hardly remember them, let alone Charles White, who had to listen.
And he might not even understand...
Thinking of how she was about to see Charles White make a fool of himself, Sally covered her mouth with her hand, barely holding back her laughter.
