Chapter 170

Clem's expression changed, and she quickly said, "Mr. White, please don't misunderstand. I would never do this if they had touched a single piece! I swear on my life, they didn't touch anything. They were still taking pictures just now!" "I still find this a bit unpleasant. Here's what we'll do. Send this platter to table 22 downstairs as if it's my treat. I'll pay for it later, and then you prepare another platter that is exactly the same and send it to our private room as if it's a gift from your manager. How does that sound?" She finally relaxed. "Understood, Mr. White." "Good." I went downstairs to the kitchen to pick out some fresh seafood, had them prepare it, and then brought two bottles of white wine to the private room. Seafood paired perfectly with white wine. Mrs. Cylon wasn't used to drinking, but I insisted she have a couple of glasses. That was the thing with wine—if one didn't drink it, one would never get used to it. But once one drank a little more and got accust