"Hey! Alright, such a beautiful girl with such sweet words." The boss immediately broke into a grin, waved at Jane Sampson and Quincy Forest, and left the private room without paying any attention to Kane Forest's black face.
The waiter and the boss closed the door and left together, while Kane Forest sat there, face dark. "We'll never come back to this shop again. With the boss's lack of tact, this place is bound to shut down eventually."
"Wow, that's quite the venomous curse~" Quincy Forest facepalmed. "Brother, the boss was just expressing fan joy towards little Jane. Why are you so riled up? It's like he stole your girlfriend or something."
At this moment, Jane Sampson finally tuned back in, her heart suddenly struck with a wave of realization.
Oh, so Mr. Forest has one bottom line—no one gets to outpay him.
Oh, so Mr. Forest doesn't like being underestimated or thought of as broke.
So, is it true that super rich people all have this fondness for throwing money around?
