The atmosphere grew tense as William finally approached his two VIP guests who had caused chaos at the gala. Ellen and Flint bowed their heads respectfully, not out of guilt. Now they hoped William would truly side with them. If they were to incur further hatred for this strange incident, their mission would be a failure.
"What happen?" William asked coldly.
Flint smiled faintly as he pointed to the waiter who was about to spill wine on his jacket. "Looks like someone hates me here. One of the waiters wants me to leave early."
The waiter immediately shook his head. "No! That's just slander!"
"Then why are you deliberately walking as if you want to collide with me?!"
Ellen folded her arms. "Should we prove it in the CCTV room? We're not as stupid as you think!"
William nodded and whispered to his personal assistant. The assistant immediately dragged the waiter out of the area. Naturally, all the guests who witnessed this immediately began gossiping about this strange incident.
