The male waiter was very young, just over twenty, and looked anxious, possibly because he had run too fast and was out of breath.
"What's wrong? What happened?!" Crossley frowned, her face turning serious. Hearing this, she had already guessed something, so she put down the materials and strode out.
The male waiter followed behind her. When they reached the box door, they found many waitstaff standing outside, and the six hostesses from before were still standing by the door. When everyone saw Crossley approaching, they urgently shouted—
"Sister Gibson, you have to go in and see..." One of the hostesses ran up to her, her eyebrows tightly knit. "Master Turner wants to take Sister Alin to the stage, but Sister Alin doesn't want to go. Initially, she managed to stall, but now Master Turner's patience has run out, and he insists on taking her. Sister Alin refuses, and Master Turner has already acted!"
