The waiter waved outside, and over a dozen bouncers rushed in, surrounding the fat man and his goons.

The fat man was not worried, however, and smirked. “I’ll make you pay if you touch me! I’m a customer, and not only are you refusing to receive me, but just look at those scum-do you think they’re even at my level?!” Meg completely ignored him and waved, and her bouncers promptly punched the fat man’s goons to the floor.

The fat man flinched, breaking into cold sweat as he snapped, “Fine, you win this one! Just you wait, Meg Quill!”

He fled with his goons, knowing that he would be in a world of pain if he kept trying his luck, since he was in someone else’s turf.

On the other hand, Meg headed outside the private room and told the waiter, “Shut the door. This was my mistake too, but let’s make sure this never happens again, or we’d have trouble explaining ourselves to the boss.” The waiter nodded repeatedly, still unable to tear his eyes from Meg’s ripped thigh highs.

It was not the fat man’s fault for mocking Meg-no one expected this side of her with her usually haughty demeanor.

And from the look of things, she was perfectly willing, which made it all the more interesting the sight of Meg trying to hook up with someone was interesting just thinking about it. “Ahem!”