Cheryl was so angry that her face turned pale.

She wanted to call Guilherme out for help, yet she didn’t like the old man to see the two of them in bikinis.

On the other hand, Phoebe started yelling.

“Waiter! Waiter!!!”

However, one of the chubby men smiled and said, “You can stop yelling. No one will come, no matter how much you yell. That’s because I own this place. You hurt my precious customer, so we’re just here to negotiate. It’s useless calling for the waiters.”

“You’re the boss? And you’re letting these people do anything as they please? Are you trying to close this business down?”

“Ah, how spiteful! But I’m not doing anything of that sort. Aren’t we negotiating here, huh? You hurt someone in their group, so they’re suggesting you compensate. I think that’s fair, isn’t it? It’s another matter if you agree to those terms or not, though… You can negotiate further, like how long you’d have to sleep with them per session,” the chubby boss said with a sly chuckle.

Cheryl was