Chapter 293 What's Your Type?

• Juliet’s face—or at least the half that wasn’t red from the slap—turned ghostly pale the moment Liam Walton’s name was mentioned. The waitstaff exchanged knowing glances.
• Slapping someone with that much confidence? This woman must have serious backing. Still, Juliet had brought it on herself by picking a fight with customers first. Several servers stepped in to mediate, but Juliet only bit down hard on her lower lip, glaring at Evelyn with barely contained rage. It took everything in her not to snap back.
• The weight of the restaurant’s stares bore down on her, humiliating. Adela had already let go of her arm and sat back down, flashing her a mocking smile. "Miss Brown, maybe think before you speak next time. Plenty of witnesses around now."