He said he was looking for Noah.
Eleanor was taken aback. How could a d**k like Noah have a friend in this high-end place?
Claire replied, "He's here. Please come in."
The private room door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked in.
"I must apologize for disturbing you. May I ask who Noah is?"
"I'm..."
Before Noah could finish his words, Eleanor rushed ahead and asked, "Who are you?"
"Please forgive me. I'm the manager of Royal Medley, and you may call me Mr. Wood," The man said.
"So you are the manager here..."
Eleanor suddenly raised her voice, "Perfect timing! I was just looking for you. Why would an upmarket place like Royal Medley have a thief? Didn't you care about the quality of your customer? How could we consume here contentedly? If the thief steals somet
