Chapter 118 Familiar Figure

The dishes in Westwing were as good as the reviews. All the dishes on the table were familiar to Lindsey Juhl, but she could not really taste them. Allie Wilford was eating happily. She had to try every dish on the menu and asked Lindsey to try some when she came across something delicious. Lindsey did not eat much throughout the meal, but her stomach felt bloated. "I'm going to the bathroom," Lindsey said as she put down her cutlery. Allie was on her phone editing the photos she took to post on social media, so she nodded casually. "Alright." Lindsey wiped her hands on the table napkin and turned around to walk out of the private room. Just as she reached the corridor, a voice suddenly came from the corner across the divider, "President Guggenheim, you’re such a promising young chap, unlike my incompetent son, who just makes me mad every day." Hearing that name, Lindsey's feet were nailed to the spot. In the entire Atlantic City, who else but Zayn Guggenheim would be called "Pre