"Since it doesn't count, why are you still standing here? Why don't you lead us to the booth! Remember, I want the best booth." Martin James didn't shout, but he was full of authority.

"You!"

Zara was insulted in the face. Was he for her to serve?

"What? We are guests now, do you understand! If the service is not good then I'll complain to your boss about it right away, do you understand?" Martin James said coldly.

After she heard the words, Zara became more and more frightened.

She knew that if Martin James really spent tens of thousands of dollars here, she would really have to serve them...