Melford retracted his hand as if he had been bitten by a cat, chuckling sheepishly.

"Nice try, but you can't fool me. The guy clearly said, 'Beautiful lady, can you do me a favor and be my translator?'"

He then turned to Chelsea, catching her sidelong glance, and boasted, "Sorry, but I just happen to know a little Italian."

The moment his words fell, Chelsea gave him a heavy slap on the shoulder, turned to the sommelier, and spoke rapidly in a language no one else could understand. While the others were left clueless, Altsin and Patrick simultaneously smirked.

The former because he understood.The latter because… he knew his sister...