Whoosh!
The high heel that had been kicked from Phoebeâs foot flew up high before finally falling right onto
someoneâs steak that had just been served.
The Australian steak was thrown out of the steel plate, with the shoe taking its place, hissing loudly on
the hot surface.
A grilled leather shoe, freshly burnt.
Fortunately, the steak had just been served, and the diner had managed to avoid getting a hot oil
splatter. Otherwise, it would have definitely scalded them.
Even so, a womanâs clothes were still soiled.
Furious, she screamed, âWho was it?! Whoâs shoe fell into my steak? Hurry up and admit it! Do you not
have basic manners?!â
Everyone present was stunned!
The steakhouse staff rushed over immediately and looked around, and found that the only person who
was standing was Alex.
Howeverâ¦
The shoe that had flown over was clearly one that belonged to a woman.
Cheryl was also stunned, and she didnât know what to do.
As for Phoebe, she was holding onto her dainty feet, crying in painâ¦
âWhose shoe is this?â
The steakhouse manager ran over and gave Alex a cold look. This was the first time he had
encountered an incident of such.
The problem now was that it was the era of the internet and word of mouth. When these kinds of things
happened in restaurants, and their customers were to leave a review, uploading a picture of the roasted
shoe online, their restaurant would be famous.
For being notorious.
They wouldnât be called Stylish Steakhouse anymore. Theyâd be called Stinky Shoehouse instead. How
would they do business then?
âItâs her shoe!â Alex pointed to Phoebe.
Swoosh!
All eyes zoomed and focused on Phoebe.
The narcissistic woman instantly flushed red to the roots of her hair. This was extremely embarrassing,
mind people. With the way everyone was looking at her, it was as though she was parading through the
streets naked.
She flinched and tried to hide her feet.
However, the manager had already seen her foot, where she was only wearing socks. Angrily, she
shouted, âMiss, you need to give me a reasonable explanation for how your shoe ended up in one of
my guestsâ plates?â
Whatever the manager was saying was fascinating in itself.
A mischievous young man was sitting nearby. With a laugh, he said, âMaybe this beautiful ladyâs shoe
wanted to have a taste of the steak.â
Phoebe pointed at Alex in anger. âItâs him. Heâs the one who threw my shoe out.â
âOh?â
All eyes turned to Alex.
Cherylâs eyes widened. She hadnât seen clearly why and how the shoe had flown out, and so she
hurriedly said, âThere must have been some misunderstanding.â
Alex turned to the manager. âThe fact is that Miss Larsen put her feet out suddenly, and I tripped on it.
Iâm not sure how it happened, but her shoe then flew into that customerâs plate. Itâs my fault for not
looking at the ground properly and ended up kicking someoneâs foot. That⦠Itâs a misunderstanding.
Iâm really sorry, allow me to compensate. As for the ones who have been affected, I will compensate
you with an extra ten thousand dollars, is that alright? I really must apologize for this.â
As Alex said this, he pulled out ten thousand dollars. The guests at the affected table shriveled up,
instantly dying a little on the inside.
Ten thousand dollars was equivalent to two months of that womanâs salary. What was there not to be
happy about?
Seeing the result, the steakhouse manager was satisfied with the outcome. The most important thing
here was that Alex was
outspoken and straightforward enough. If it were any other customer, they would definitely be unwilling
to part with this ten thousand dollars.
He smiled at Alex and nodded, then turned to Phoebe and said, âMiss, please donât stick your foot out
on the aisle anymore. No matter what the occasion is, it really doesnât suit your image. Having good
eating habits is a virtue. Thank you!â
Having said that, the manager left.
Phoebe sat in her seat, legs crossed, looking like an angry little girl who had been offended.
Very soon, a waiter came over with her shoe wrapped in a napkin, a look of disgust on her face as she
said, âMiss, this is your shoe. Please donât throw it around anymore. â
The heat had completely baked through the burnt shoe. Its head had also peeled open by the heat, and
it now looked like a grilled fish with an open mouth.
Phoebeâs lips twitched, her entire body trembling.