Date with Me, Sugar Mama

Chapter 22 Her Sweetheart Is Lonely

“Send a lawyer's letter to the Sutton Group in my own name. Janet will be furious and will definitely try

to find flaws in me.” Viola’s disdain was obvious in her eyes, “Ask a fat man randomly out tonight and

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Sucy immediately understood what Viola wanted to do and conducted it happily.

Moments later, the marketing guy called a meeting.

As Viola was to leave for the meeting, she received a message.

“Did you eat your breakfast, sugar mama?”

A photo was attached, shrimp dumplings, crisp egg tart, fish porridge...

Viola swallowed saliva and deleted the message in chagrin.

A few seconds later, the haunting Steven sent another message.

“Your sweetheart is lonely, when will you be free?”

Viola replied and told him to stay away before she put her phone back to her pocket and went to the

meeting.

Steven was not that useless, as lost he meant to make her happy.

At half past five in the afternoon, Viola set out from the company on time. She headed for Loch Palm

Club, which was one of the famous clubs in Hayan City. It would be more difficult to enter than

ascending heaven with a gold card.

Viola got off from her Aventador, threw her car key to the waiter. The manager gave a big smile seeing

that it was Viola coming for she was like a God of Fortune.

“Miss Sutton, are you going to talk business or do something else tonight?” The manager led the way

gallantly.

“It depends. Has my date arrived yet?” Viola took off her sunglasses and head for the luxury Box One.

“Yes,” said the manager, with a sudden look of embarrassment on his fat face. “Miss Sutton, you're in

the wrong place. Your box is No. 2, not No. 1.”

Viola wondered, “How can it be? My secretary made an appointment.”

To others, it was just a difference in numbers, but actually it was a contest between status. Box one

was reserved for the most distinguished guests, and the service in all aspects was the most thoughtful

and comprehensive.

Of course, Viola did not care about it, but today, Loch Palm Club said she could have this box, how can

they go back on their words?

The manager smiled and bowed, “Miss Sutton, I'm really sorry. Who would dare to compete with you in

your position? But all of a sudden, this guy came in and spent 30 million and got the box reserved for a

week, so we have to move you to Box Two.”

She now knew that she had not paid enough for the box, so the box was taken away by others.

“Cut the craps,” Viola put her sunglasses back into her bag, staring at the manager's fat face, “I booked

it today and it was there in the afternoon, and now you told me it has been taken away without notifying

me in advance. You are clearly cheating consumers.”

“Your boss knows the rules best, don't think I am a woman and I can do nothing. You know what, if it

happens again, whoever behind you, I will turn this place into Sahara!”

The manager apologized repeatedly, “Please forgive us, it is our fault and I promise it will never ever

happen again.”

Viola gave a cold hum, displeased, and broke into the room.

Box 2, where Travis Hawkins, president of Wang Yang Electronic, sat in, was as luxurious as ever.