Chapter 565

I was puzzled when Wendy, sitting in a corner, stood up and waved at me. "Jen, over here!"

I glanced in the direction Mrs. Walker had left, then went to Wendy's table and sat opposite her, asking, "Did Mrs. Walker have an urgent matter?"

Wendy tilted her chin toward something behind me. I looked and saw a waiter cleaning up on the floor.

A plate of sizzling steak had been spilled, splattering hot oil everywhere. The fragrant aroma in the air instantly revived my appetite.

"Did Mrs. Walker get scalded by the steak?"

No wonder Mrs. Walker had left with a sour expression.

As the prestigious Mrs. Walker—elegant and dignified—having her designer outfit soiled in public must have been mortifying for her.

"This is for your trouble," Wendy said, raising an eyebrow at me before taking out her wallet and handing a stack of bills to the restaurant staff cleaning up.

The employee's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly composed himself. "It was our mistake that caused you distress. We