"Mona."
Suddenly, Jermaine's voice pierced Ramona's ears.
Ramona came to her senses and saw Jermaine's gaze fall on her, his tone tinged with a playful smile:"Mona, come here."
"..."
Rohan stood in place and saw Ramona wearing a maid outfit, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Ramona now understood.
Jermaine deliberately called Rohan over.
It was just to humiliate her in public.
"Why didn't Mr. Ferguson sit?"
Jermaine looked at Ramona and said in a commanding tone,"Mona, help Mr. Ferguson pull the chair."
"..."
Ramona did not move.
Jermaine continued,"Hurry up, will you? Don't keep the guests waiting."
Upon hearing this, Ramona walked over to Rohan's side and pulled out a chair.
"Mr. Ferguson, please have a seat."
Ramona's tone was flat.
Rohan sat down graciously.
