Chapter 165: Such a Pampering Tone

The woman crossed her arms and cocked her chin.

How pretentious this woman was! Mr. Cheney had let her in, so why did she need to put on airs?

Though several of them huddled around Mr. Cheney, offering to shuffle cards or pour his drinks, she refused. What act was she putting on, they wondered?

Sylvan Cheney shot the woman a glance, his voice low and cold: "Get out!"

The woman closed her mouth in embarrassment. She hadn't even said anything!

The man opposite Sylvan Cheney quickly nudged her: "He's telling you to get out. Can't you hear him?"

"But...Mr. Cheney, I didn't say anything wrong. I was just teaching her some manners!"

And with that, she tried to move closer to Sylvan Cheney, timidly glancing at him.

Sylvan Cheney slammed his cards onto the table, his face darkening.

"Manners? Let's see how I can teach you some."

"No...Mr. Cheney, I'll go...I'll go...I overstepped my bounds...I'm nothing…"