Fandrey and Deborah returned to their room with sour expressions on their faces.
"Fortunately, that waiter was well-trained, otherwise, it would've ended so badly today." Deborah clutched her hands to her chest in relief. It would've been bad if the hot soup spilled on either Valeria or Azalea since they both had gorgeous faces.
"What happened back then? Why did that happen?" Fandrey asked with a frown.
"I don't know. I was listening to Thomas so I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings." Deborah looked at Angel, "Do you know what happened, Angel?"
"Valeria fell onto the waiter for some reason." Angel answered.
"Why did that happen? The room is flat, so there should be nothing to trip her. This doesn't make sense at all?" Deborah questioned.