When they arrived, it was just five o'clock, technically the start of the early dinner rush, but the reception at the door was listless and indifferent.
Atan followed Marcus Quinn inside, only to find that almost all the restaurant's staff were in such a state. Atan raised an eyebrow, had the Duncan Family been skimping on wages?
Marcus Quinn requested a private room, and a female server led the two of them to the second floor. She took a few extra glances at Atan, who was quite attractive, and then looked at Marcus Quinn. At first glance, she didn't notice much, but after a couple more looks, she found this man exuded an overwhelming burst of hormones.
"Ordering now, do you have any recommended signature dishes?" Atan glared at Marcus Quinn, signaling him to stop being flirtatious.
Marcus Quinn, who had maintained eye contact the whole time, looked aggrieved, feeling he hadn't done anything!
