Brooks grinned. "Ms. Chappelle, thank you for your understanding. You're so beautiful and kind, totally a perfect match for Mr. Middleton-"
Before he could finish his words, Darcy's expression changed in an instant. Vexed, she grumbled, "These food look awful. I don't want to eat them. Take them away."
Brooks was at a loss for words. He looked at her carefully and said, "Ms. Chappelle, did you say-"
"What? Do you doubt me?" Darcy glared at him. "It seems that even the quality of a manager of such a grand hotel is just average." Then, she looked at Isaac. "Isaac, I don't want to eat here anymore."
"Let's go to another place then." Isaac went along with her. "What do you want to eat? I'll make a reservation in advance so that we won't have to wait."
