"Better?"

As soon as she heard that, the little waitress felt that she had greater hopes. So she leaned over to expose her breasts more, and then she responded shyly, "Yeah. I can serve you better, and I am more understanding than the woman in your arms. You see, she will only be haughty because of your love and indulgence."

Franklin Brook sneered. He held Christine who was somewhat angry in his arms and glanced at the woman, "Even if she is haughty, that is my love to her! Where do you get the gall to come and humiliate my wife in front of me?"

Hearing that, Christine looked at Franklin like she had eaten honey in her heart.

The little waiter was startled when she heard the words, "Wife?"

This woman was his wife?

Christine hugged Franklin, ignoring the dumbfounded look of the little waitress. What was more, she had already felt Franklin's anger, so at this point, she just needed to be a good girl and let Franklin vent the anger on her.

The scene was oppressive to the point of suffocation.

A few seconds later, Franklin impatiently threw out two words!

"Get out!"

The little waitress was a little startled. She didn't come back to her scene for a moment and stayed still in place.