Chapter 33: a place… with no customers!!
Miles’s voice was calm, but his words struck sharp. "We weren’t told the room was prebooked. The order has already been taken. This is your mistake. We’re not moving. Bring your owner here. I’ll talk."
The manager stiffened, taken aback by the sudden firmness in Miles’s tone. "I politely asked you to leave the room," he replied, trying to hold on to professionalism. "I even offered to arrange another table. Are you leaving, or am I calling security?"
A smirk touched Miles’s lips. "Huh? Are you threatening me now?"
He stood up, slowly—towering a little over the manager, whose confident facade cracked as he instinctively took a step back.
Celina narrowed her eyes. "Do you even know who we are?"
Becky and Rose exchanged a glance, their expressions unimpressed, their backs straightening.
The manager, avoiding Miles’s gaze now, fumbled with his words. "W-Whoever you are... this is not your property. I’m calling security."
Miles chuckled darkly, tilting his head. "Go ahead. Let’s see what your security’s capable of."
Moments later, two security guards entered, responding to the manager’s call. Stocky, uniformed, and posturing like they were ready to make an example, they paused only briefly at the sight of the group seated calmly around the table.
The air shifted.
Miles slid his hands into his pockets, still standing. His gaze remained steady—calm, unbothered, quietly dangerous.