Chapter 99 Zachariah Sandoval

Greta shuddered and got gooseflesh all over. Maxwell offered to hold her hand, making her frown instinctively. Greta had always hated other men holding her hand. She was very defensive about this kind of physical contact! But somehow, Greta let Maxwell lead her to a seat. At the corner of a small food stall, Maxwell brought two plastic stools and sat down. "Take a seat," said Maxwell, pointing to the plastic stool nearby. Greta timidly looked around. She felt that the surroundings were dirty and messy. And the plastic tool seemed not clean. Could she feel at ease to have dinner at such place? Greta was upset, and Maxwell, who could see Greta's anxiety, smiled, and pulled out a few napkins and put them on the stool. "Sit down, my Ms. Greta," Maxwell laughed. Greta glared at Maxwell, then carefully gathered up her skirt, sat down, folded her legs, and looked around. "Where's the menu?" Greta asked, looking around for the menu. "Menu?" Maxwell paused for a moment, then explai