Chapter 422

Alicia had just been slapped in front of everyone—of course she couldn't save face after that. She stood fuming at the entrance, scanning the crowd, waiting for Ryan Walsh to show up. But she waited and waited... and still, no sign of him. She started getting pissed. A broke nobody like him, acting all arrogant with her? "You, go get that guy for me," she barked at one of the waitstaff, yanking his arm toward her with irritation. The waiter hesitated for a second. "Ma'am, do you mean Mr. Presley?" Alicia's face turned even colder. "Hmph, obviously not Mr. Presley. I mean that bodyguard following Kimberly around." The waiter still looked kind of confused but went toward Matthias anyway. "Sir, that lady over there asked if you could head over," he said politely. Matthias turned, his eyes sharp, locking on Alicia. Kimberly frowned, and with an angry "snap", slammed the bidding paddle down hard on the table. "She tells you to go, and you're just gonna go?" "Sorry, I don't know that woman,"