The farce just now did not affect him at all.
While he was having fun with the game, he heard some tapping footsteps. A middle-aged man had walked down from the private room upstairs, and it was Mr. Vincent Braun!
The waiter dared not neglect him. He just threw his phone aside even though he had not finished the game.
He stood up straight while he respectfully said, “Good afternoon, Mr. Braun!”
“Good afternoon,” Vincent simply answered before he looked in the direction of the entrance. Then, he looked at his phone. It seemed like he was waiting for an important guest. His actions instantly attracted the waiter’ s attention.
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