Oh dear, could Fiona Sutton’s explosive temper possibly tolerate someone saying such things to her? Of course... impossible! "You dare say that to me again, and I’ll tear you apart this instant!" You’re the riff-raff! Your whole family is riff-raff! The waiter faltered, not expecting these two individuals, whom she deemed to be of low status, to be so confrontational. "This is Lotus Residence! Don’t tell me you’re a pair of country bumpkins from the sticks who don’t even know the rules here?" Lotus Residence only serves people of status and standing! Looking at these two from head to toe, how could they possibly be people of status? Their entire outfits combined probably aren’t even worth 200 USD. They must be here for gold-digging and taking shortcuts. Her Lotus Residence certainly wouldn’t facilitate things for women like them. Updates are released by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Lotus Residence is where the elite gather. If you’re looking to throw yourselves at rich men, you’ve come to the wrong place. You should go to Madgar Pavilion; that’s more your scene." The waiter also had a venomous tongue. Both restaurants catered to the same clientele and were competitors. She not only elevated her own establishment but also disparaged Madgar Pavilion in the process. No wonder she, at such a young age, could hold such an easy post at the reception desk; there had to be a reason for it. "So, Lotus Residence doesn’t welcome us?" Nia Mitchell spoke up then, reaching out to hold back Fiona Sutton, who was about to charge forward. "That’s right. Lotus Residence doesn’t welcome people of lowly status like you," the waiter repeated, her face full of contempt. Nia Mitchell struggled to suppress her anger. "You don’t even know who we are, yet you’ve already decided we can’t enter Lotus Residence?" Nia Mitchell quirked her lips into a smile, mimicking Maxwell Peary’s enigmatic air, and indeed, there was a striking resemblance. "Who you are? Do I even need to ask? I can tell just by looking." The waiter sneered derisively. Just look at the shabbiness radiating from them; how could they possibly be qualified to enter Lotus Residence? "Get out of here now, or I’ll call security guards! Don’t blame me when things get ugly for you." The waiter, feigning an air of having done all she could, made a show of reaching for the intercom on the counter, her gaze challenging. Her expression was a clear threat, as if asking: "Are you going to leave on your own, or do I need to have the security guards escort you out?" "Damn it! Nia, don’t hold me back! I’m going to fight her!" Fiona Sutton roared, lunged forward, and grabbed the waiter’s hair, yanking it hard. "You dare look down on me, Fiona Sutton? I’ll make you regret the day you were born!" "AH! You bitch, let go! AH! It hurts! Someone, help me!" the waiter screamed, also trying to grab and pull at Fiona Sutton, but Fiona was too strong, and the waiter couldn’t get a hold of her. "Harridan! You harridan!" Seeing this, Nia Mitchell immediately rushed forward to pull Fiona Sutton back. "Fiona, calm down! Don’t cause trouble, Fiona! Let go, quickly!" "Damn it! You just keep talking! I’ll beat you until your own mother wouldn’t recognize you! Let’s see if you still dare to be so arrogant then! Aren’t you just a goddamn waiter? Who do you think you are, acting so high and mighty?" Fiona Sutton couldn’t stomach the insult and reached out to scratch the waiter’s face. Scratch her to death! The waiter shrieked. The usually tranquil Lotus Residence hadn’t been this chaotic in ages. Just then, security guards, having received a notification, rushed over. "Stop! What is the meaning of this?!" A large, powerful hand suddenly clamped down on Fiona Sutton’s wrist. With a slight squeeze, Fiona Sutton grimaced in pain. "AH! Damn you, let go!" Fiona Sutton released the waiter, but the large hand didn’t let go, gripping her wrist so tightly that her arm began to go numb.