"Mrs., the manager has ordered that whatever Miss Olivia requests, we must cooperate!" A few bodyguards exchanged glances, then whispered.
It's common knowledge that the manager adores Mrs. and Miss!
Hearing their words, Michelle Campbell couldn't help but pout and cursed Samuel Noah Jackson under her breath.
"That man..." He is far too indulgent with his daughter; Stella will be spoiled rotten later!
"Mother, I know I was wrong, don't be angry," Seeing Michelle's complexion wasn't great, Stella understood something and quickly reached out to tug at her hand, speaking softly.
"As long as you know what you did wrong, that's fine, but you can't do this again in the future," Michelle squatted down, reached out to ruffle Stella's head, and spoke tenderly.
"Mother, I'm hungry, I want to eat some dessert," Stella nodded, then threw herself into Michelle Campbell's arms, coquettishly said.
"Alright, let's go to the restaurant!" Michelle nodded and reached out to hold her daughter.
