The Pinnacle Of Life Chapter 889


    Whoosh!


    The high heel that had been kicked from Phoebe’s foot flew up high before finally falling right onto


    someone’s steak that had just been served.


    The Australian steak was thrown out of the steel te, with the shoe taking its ce, 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


    stter. Otherwise, it would have definitely scalded them.


    Even so, a woman’s clothes were still soiled.


    Furious, she screamed, “Who was it?! Who’s shoe fell into my steak? Hurry up and admit it! Do you not


    have basic manners?!”


    Everyone present was stunned!


    The steakhouse staff rushed over immediately and looked around, and found that the only person who


    was standing was Alex.


    However…


    The shoe that had flown over was clearly one that belonged to a woman.


    Cheryl was also stunned, and she didn’t know what to do.


    As for Phoebe, she was holding onto her dainty feet, crying in pain…


    “Whose shoe is this?”


    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 inte 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 wouldn’t be called Stylish Steakhouse anymore. They’d be called Stinky Shoehouse instead. How


    would they do business then?


    “It’s her shoe!” 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.


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    However, the manager had already seen her foot, where she was only wearing socks. Angrily, she


    shouted, “Miss, you need to give me a reasonable exnation for how your shoe ended up in one of


    my guests’ tes?”


    Whatever the manager was saying was fascinating in itself.


    A mischievous young man was sitting nearby. With augh, he said, “Maybe this beautifuldy’s shoe


    wanted to have a taste of the steak.”


    Phoebe pointed at Alex in anger. “It’s him. He’s the one who threw my shoe out.”


    “Oh?”


    All eyes turned to Alex.


    Cheryl’s eyes widened. She hadn’t seen clearly why and how the shoe had flown out, and so she


    hurriedly said, “There must have been some misunderstanding.”


    Alex turned to the manager. “The fact is that Miss Larsen put her feet out suddenly, and I tripped on it.


    I’m not sure how it happened, but her shoe then flew into that customer’s te. It’s my fault for not


    looking at the ground properly and ended up kicking someone’s foot. That… It’s a misunderstanding.


    I’m really sorry, allow me topensate. As for the ones who have been affected, I willpensate


    you with an extra ten thousand dors, is that alright? I really must apologize for this.”


    As Alex said this, he pulled out ten thousand dors. The guests at the affected table shriveled up,


    instantly dying a little on the inside.


    Ten thousand dors was equivalent to two months of that woman’s sry. What was there not to be


    happy about?


    Seeing the result, the steakhouse manager was satisfied with the oue. 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 dors.


    He smiled at Alex and nodded, then turned to Phoebe and said, “Miss, please don’t stick your foot out


    on the aisle anymore. No matter what the asion is, it really doesn’t suit your image. Having good


    eating habits is a virtue. Thank you!”


    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, “Miss, this is your shoe. Please don’t throw it around anymore. ”


    The heat hadpletely 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.


    Phoebe’s lips twitched, her entire body trembling.