Chapter 252

Hearing my request, Chester hesitated. I shot Spencer a look, and he immediately understood what I meant. Spencer raised his voice and said, "Why go to a quiet place? Are you a journalist? If you are, then listen up. I have a lot to say, too! We had two incidents in our restaurant today. I suspect—" Chester interrupted Spencer and said, "Hey, hey, Mr. Dalton. He's here to talk to me. What does it have to do with you?" "How is it unrelated to me? A journalist came to dine at The Food Assembly, and this happened. Can't I ask for his help? If news spread about what happened today, our reputation would be ruined. I need a journalist to clarify things for us!" Spencer argued. Chester had hesitated before, but he wasn't anymore. "Say, Mr. Journalist. Who are you going to talk to?" he asked. I looked at both of them with a troubled look. Then, I said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dalton. Please allow me to speak with Mr. Langley first. Could you prepare a quiet space for us? Don't worry, I will speak