Chapter 2489

"Fine." Meg snorted, rolling her eyes.

It honestly did not pay to be nice—if Jada were here, she would have slapped the owner around already.

However, when she sliced a small cutlet, she suddenly noticed a housefly floating in the stock!

"There's a bug in here, sir!" she promptly called out to the owner.

The owner had not gone far, and he wheeled on her with a glare. "What, you don't have flies in your house?"

Meg had already bearing with it but snapped and flipped the table in rage at the owner's retort.

"Well, this is exactly what I do when I see a fly in my house!" she snapped.

"How dare you!"

The owner rushed into the kitchen and returned with a cleaver, but Frank was already in front of Meg, asking coolly, "I'm not asking for VIP treatment here, but is this really how you should treat customers?"

"Fuck off, or I'll gut you too!" the owner bellowed, brandishing his cleaver and clearly not knowing who he was dealing with.

"You wouldn't listen to reason. Can't blame me for