Sherry Jones's face turned from pale to purple. The smile she had previously put on to not worry White Mitchell had completely vanished.
At this moment, a Mr. Wu, the manager of the western restaurant, approached Will Jones and his daughter with a warm smile and courteously began to serve them.
"Mr. Jones, Little Jones, the grand suite you reserved two hours ago has been booked by one of our diamond card members.
We hope you understand. After all, diamond card members are the highest level of membership in our restaurant, who we cannot afford to offend.
However, rest assured, we have prepared another room for you. As an expression of our apologies, we will give you a 20% discount on your bill tonight." The lobby manager said apologetically.
Diamond card member?
Upon hearing these four words, the faces of Will Jones and his daughter were slightly surprised.