"When I first went to the restroom, I ran into Madam Mallory." Luca had no choice but to confess.

Luke frowned. "Karen?"

His gaze immediately fell on Percy.

"I didn't say anything." Percy knew what Luke wanted to know. Now, he only wanted to live peacefully with Nina. If Karen did not agree to their marriage, then she should not be involved in their lives.

Therefore, there was no way he would tell Karen he would be hosting a dinner here.

"She's investigating you," said Luke.

Percy shook his head, indicating there was nothing he could do about it.

Karen wanted to investigate him and have his whereabouts tracked, but he could not do anything about it.

The key was, Percy did not expect Karen to follow him here just because he organized a dinner party. What was she up to?

Percy turned to look at Luca again, figuring she might know the answer.

Luca let go of Nina's hand, sat back in her seat, and said, "I don't know how she found out that I had previously used dry needling to treat Tyrone and help him recover. She wanted me to treat Pierre, but I refused."

"Rejecting her was the right decision," replied Percy.

Pierre had done so many wrongs. Not only did he kidnap Luca, but he also attempted to compete with Luke using unfair means.

Luca’s true identity was Bianca, and Bianca was Luke's wife. Who would agree to help someone who had harmed their interests so much?

Percy knew Luca's capabilities. He was reluctant to see Pierre become disabled, but he also did not want to shamelessly ask Luca for help.

He could ask Johann to help with the surgery or ask doctors from various hospitals to treat Pierre, but he could not bring himself to ask Luke or Luca to treat Pierre.

Luke let out a snort. "So, your mother investigated and followed you, and her target is Luca?"

"Sorry, I didn't expect this either." Percy gave him a bitter smile. Karen could really do anything for Pierre’s sake.

Previously, Karen had always been high and mighty. She relied on the Mallory family's connections and hardly needed to bow to anyone.

Now, Karen was asking for Luca’s help...

Percy did not even think such a day would come.

Luca continued, "Actually, after I refused, the matter was over. I accompanied Nina to the restroom earlier, fearing she might run into Madam Mallory. Though we didn't see her, we saw that the mirrors in the restroom were smashed."

Percy furrowed his brows. The mirrors were smashed? What did that mean?

He looked at Nina.

"I guess your mother felt unhappy after she got rejected, so she smashed the mirrors. But we looked around the restroom and found no tools to break the mirrors. We don't know how she did it," NinaExclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

explained to him.

"If the manager finds out the mirrors are broken, they'll watch the surveillance footage later. There are cameras at the entrance of the restroom. But in that case, both Luca and I will be suspected... That’s why I’d like to ask the two CEOs, what should we do?"

Luke looked at Percy without saying a word.

However, Percy understood what his gaze meant. It was his mother who had smashed the mirrors, so he had to deal with it himself.

Percy let out a helpless sigh. Karen could cause trouble for him even when he was only having a meal. He pressed the bell near him.

In no time, the waitress standing at the door walked in and asked, "Mr. Mallory, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I’d like to talk to your manager," replied Percy. This matter needed to be discussed with the manager.

"You’d like to talk to the manager? Is there something wrong with my service?" The waitress became nervous when she heard Percy saying that he wanted to see the manager.

She wondered if she had said something wrong to Percy's mother earlier.

"It's not about you. Just call the manager," said Percy.

"Okay." The waitress let out a sigh of relief, exited the private room, and summoned the manager.

"What happened?" the manager quickly asked when he learned that Percy wanted to see him.

"I'm not sure. It's not about the service. Please go and see him," replied the waitress.

"Alright." The manager hurriedly walked toward the private room.

He knew the type of people dining here and prayed silently that they were not dissatisfied with the restaurant's food...

Big shots like Luke and Percy could have a much greater impact with just a single word than all those food magazines or food bloggers combined.

If they expressed any dissatisfaction, it would likely affect the restaurant's business significantly.

The manager thought to himself as he entered the private room and looked at the four people at the table. He respectfully approached and asked, "Mr. Mallory, is there anything you're not satisfied with about our restaurant?"

No." Percy shook his head.

The manager paused for a moment, intending to apologize and offer various benefits. However, Percy's response caught him off guard. What was going on?

"Then, are you..." the manager asked cautiously.

Percy frowned, considering how to phrase it.

Little did he know, this small action of his had already stirred up waves in the manager's mind.

He was thinking, 'Is this not dissatisfaction? He's already furrowing his brows!’

As the manager thought that he had gotten into deep trouble, he heard Percy say, "My wife accidentally bumped into the mirrors when she went to the restroom just now, and the mirrors cracked."

"Huh?" The manager blinked his eyes and looked at Nina. "The mirrors cracked?"

"Ah, yes..." Nina did not expect Percy to say that. She pinched his thigh under the table and maintained a smile on her face.

"While I was touching up my makeup, I noticed what seemed like some dirt on the mirrors. I thought I'd just give it a quick wipe with a tissue, but I didn't expect the mirrors to crack open."

The manager was secretly alarmed. "Mrs. Mallory, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. But no matter what, it was my fault for accidentally bumping into the mirrors, so we thought we'd let you know and pay the compensation when we settle the bill later." Nina was still smiling.

Since Percy had said so, she could only take the blame.

Regardless of whether the manager believed it or not, she just wanted to compensate for the mirrors.

"No need, no need. This is due to the poor quality of our restaurant's facilities. It's not your fault." The manager shook his head, even considering whether to comp their bill.

After all, how could a woman without any strength break the mirrors with just a touch?

Ultimately, it was clear that the mirrors' quality just was not up to par.

The manager let out a sigh of relief when he checked there were no wounds on Nina’s hand. Thank goodness, she was not hurt. Otherwise, their restaurant would have to compensate them instead.

"That's very kind of you. It was probably because I wasn't careful enough. Let's settle the bill," said Nina.

Percy took out his credit card.

The manager could not help but wonder if he had to comp their bill. However, not only did they insist on paying for the bill, but they also insisted on compensating for the mirrors. Was he dreaming?

Normally, the restaurant would be the one to be blamed in such situations.

Even though Nina was not injured, she must have received a scare. Yet, they insisted on covering the cost of the damaged mirrors