Chapter 302: Chapter 302: I’m the Boss
"Ladies and gentlemen, please be patient. We are already discussing the expansion of the restaurant, and I believe the issue of long waiting times will soon be resolved."
The manager began his deflection again.
He had no choice. The big boss’s first instruction when he was hired was not to reveal her identity to others.
If he couldn’t handle this matter well, he’d be letting down the boss’s trust.
Once the manager spoke, some guests were pacified again.
Only Holly Houston was still itching for a confrontation, treading on the edge of provocation.
"Whether your restaurant expands has nothing to do with me. I just want to know, on what basis does she get to skip the queue and enter the dining area?"
As expected, under her deliberate guidance, many customers waiting to dine became restless again.
But to Holly Houston, that was far from enough.
She had wasted nearly an hour in the waiting area and was in an awful mood.
At times like this, one had to seize someone like July Quinn, a public enemy, to really make a scene and show these people that such esteemed guests as herself were not to be offended.
To achieve this, Holly Houston glanced at Nathan Jacobs, hinting for him to quickly join her cause.
Nathan Jacobs happened to want to know why July Quinn could skip the queue and directly enter the dining area as well.
So, he spoke up quickly.
"July, everyone is queuing, why don’t you have to? If you know the trick, why not share it? That way, everyone can be like you, not wasting so much time in the waiting area."
Compared to Holly Houston, Nathan Jacobs considered his words much more tactful.
But the impact was actually no less brutal.
Because, in addition to directing the topic back to why July Quinn could skip the queue, he also called out July Quinn by name.
Originally, July Quinn was wearing a baseball cap as a disguise, so those customers hadn’t connected her with the infamous "July Quinn CC" from the internet.
But as soon as Nathan Jacobs called her name, many people recognized her.
"Damn, it’s July Quinn!"
"It really is her! She pushed Nina Quinn over, causing her to stay in the hospital to preserve her pregnancy, while she’s out here enjoying herself."
"Oh my God, as a kind and pure future successor of our nation, I absolutely won’t allow such a villain to continue enjoying themselves. I’m going to film her and post it online."
Many customers had already taken out their phones and started filming July Quinn.
Especially the young people, who began crafting various accusatory texts.
Seeing July Quinn once again become the target of public condemnation, Holly Houston felt supremely satisfied, almost unable to hide the smile on her face.
Yes, it should be like this.
Why should someone like July Quinn, who is nothing more than a pretty face, be able to skip ahead of Holly Houston and dine in the restaurant?
If she wanted to cut ahead, then she should be prepared to be despised by the world.
July Quinn initially didn’t want to pay Holly Houston any mind.
After all, this clown would soon ruin herself.
But this chatter was simply too loud, disrupting the normal operation of the restaurant and possibly hindering her plans to retaliate against Stephen Stone’s family.
Thus, July Quinn suddenly changed her direction and walked toward Holly Houston.
"Since you sincerely asked, I will graciously tell you..."
July Quinn smiled, a transcendent, ethereal beauty.
Whether it was Holly Houston’s imagination, she couldn’t help but feel that at this moment, July Quinn exuded an unparalleled, noble aura.
In any case, as July Quinn approached, Holly Houston instinctively took a few steps back.
"W-what are you going to do?"
July Quinn was smiling, a very beautiful smile.
But it was a smile that gave her chills, making her extremely uneasy.
Meanwhile, Nathan Jacobs standing beside Holly Houston failed to notice her unease.
Since July Quinn appeared, his gaze has been greedily fixed on her face, savoring the visual impact of her stunning beauty.
But it was okay; July Quinn approached them and did nothing aggressive. Instead, she stood there and smiled, saying, "I don’t have to queue entering the dining area because... I’m the owner."