Chapter 687 He Mustn’t Know That I’m Here

“Yeah. How did you know about that?” “I know the customers inside that private room. She likes to order a lot of food. It’s just that…” Deirdre came to an abrupt stop before finishing her sentence. “It’s just what?” “She doesn't have much money and likes to puff herself up to the cost. When she was in Neve, she always ran away before paying when those new restaurants weren't paying attention to her. I didn't expect she'd come here now, and I'm pretty sure that she'll do the same this time.” The receptionist did not say anything after Deirdre finished speaking, so she added, “If you don’t believe me, you can go around and ask about it yourself. That woman’s name is Charlene McKinney.” “That is not necessary.” The receptionist smiled. “Thank you for your advice, Miss, but don’t worry. That woman won’t do that this time.” “Why are you so sure of that?” asked Deirdre. “It’s because Mr. Brendan Brighthall has booked that private room.” Deirdre froze for a moment. Her fingertips were