Robinson jumped in surprise, and Angela quickly put on a helpless look. "Manager, please don't be upset. Mr. Robinson was just trying to stand up for me…"
She looked like a pitiful little white flower, fragile and innocent, as if saying, I didn't ask him to do anything—he just acted on his own.
But the manager wasn't buying it. "Stand up for you? Why would he need to stand up for you?"
Angela bit her lip and sighed. "Because my sister took the dish the boss meant for me. Mr. Robinson couldn't stand to see it, so I understand. Manager, please… on my behalf…"
"The boss gave that dish to you?"
To her surprise, the manager directly interrupted her, letting out a cold laugh. He gave Angela a once-over, his face full of disbelief. "Miss Morris, who told you that dish was from the boss—for you?"
Silence fell like a hammer in the room.
Robinson and the rest were stunned.
That dish… wasn't for Angela?
