Jon nodded repeatedly. "Why don't you join us, Mr. Hartling? The dishes are all here."
Herbert glanced at the food on the table and frowned. "Mr. Lawson, is this how you treat a guest? These dishes aren't even enough for my sister." He deliberately emphasized the words "my sister" and looked at Jon unkindly.
Jon gave an awkward laugh. "I'll have the manager add more dishes right away. Mr. Hartling, do you have any preferences?"
"Menu," Herbert asked.
I looked at Herbert in surprise. I didn't expect him to look so elegant even when he was being bossy.
Herbert's eyes scanned the most expensive dishes. Then, he flipped the menu to the drinks section.
Soon, several waiters came over carrying plates. One of them was even carrying a bottle of wine that looked very expensive.
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