"Sir, Miss, here are your orders." The waiter brought a tray and placed the items Elijah Smith had ordered on the table.
Elijah Smith didn't even lift his head from his mobile phone, just grunted in response and continued tapping away.
Isabel Smith had no reaction, but clenched her hand into a fist. She swallowed her saliva, feeling an indescribable heat burning inside her. Her emotions were like a roller coaster, very uncomfortable. Thus, she picked up the Purple Sweet Potato Milk from the table and took a sip. The sweet and greasy taste only made her feel more oppressed, so she put it back on the table and grabbed the cocktail in front of Elijah Smith. Without even blinking, she gulped it down and then slammed the glass onto the table.