Daisie rested her head on her hand. “I wonder where Nolly is now…”
Waylon placed a snack on her plate and chuckled. “If I’m not mistaken, he’s with the Southerns right now, so you don’t have to worry about him.”
She picked up the snack, and just when she was about to eat it, a commotion came from the hall downstairs.
A group of muscular men was standing in the hall. They were wearing some sort of uniform, and it seemed like they came from East Winston. They looked furious and did not come with good intentions.
A man smacked the table and pointed at the waiter and manager. “Our lady has booked this restaurant today! Ask all of them to get out of here!”
Forcing a smile, the manager walked up to the man and said, “Mr. Estrada, for your information, you’ll need to make the reservation with our restaurant one day in advance. Our customers are still here, so—”
Before he could finish speaking, the man called Mr. Estrada grabbed him by his wrist and snarled, “Cut the crap! This is the Ea
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