"Wait a moment. This girl looks quite familiar!"
A few men sized Emily up. On the other side, Marquise covered his bloody forehead and stood up. He glared at Emily, gritted his teeth and shouted, "What the hell are you doing, you retard?"
Finally, everyone came to themselves. Wasn't she Elsie's retarded sister?
Harold rushed forward, pulled Emily behind him and posed a defensive posture. Marquise stared at him, and the woman beside him was still screaming, "Mr. Marquise, you're bleeding!"
"Shut up!" Marquise roared.
The woman immediately shut her mouth and sat there quietly while staring at Emily and Harold with wide eyes.
The waiter and owner of the restaurant rushed over. A man beside them waved his hand and said, "It's fine. They know each other. It's just a misunderstanding."
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