Selina turned around to see a man in his fifties, refined and gentle, stepping forward. "What's going on here?" he asked calmly.
Kyle Morris sneered, "Dad, what else could it be? These two women are being unreasonable, insisting on taking our private room. Typical airheads."
Selina's face was expressionless. "Mr. Morris, I've already presented proof that I booked this room. Where's yours? Or does the City H Morris Family think that just because you have wealth and power, you can rewrite the rules and twist the truth?"
People nearby began casting doubtful glances toward Kyle. It was clear from the situation that the Morris Family was in the wrong—and yet this Morris heir...
Kyle, fuming, snapped, "I told you to shut up!"
The elder Mr. Morris quickly stepped in. "So that's what happened. Miss Clark, I sincerely apologize. When we arrived, the restaurant didn't inform us that Room One had already been reserved. We'll give it up immediately—please don't take offense."
