Cecelia, who was happily counting money, and Rachel saw Tristan walk in, and their expressions instantly turned dark.
Cecelia placed her hands on her hips and looked at Tristan with an unfriendly expression. "What, are you jealous of our good business and want to cause trouble?"
"Don't misunderstand." Tristan waved his hand and continued, "If I wanted to cause trouble, I wouldn't have waited for all the customers to leave. After all, you are my aunt, so I came here to give you a heads-up. You definitely can't use the Quain's Restaurant signboard anymore. It's better to come up with a new name, otherwise, you might get sued."
"Oh, are you threatening me?" Cecelia said with an unhappy face. "I've been using this name all along, what can you do to me? If you have the guts, go ahead and sue me! Take me to court, and let your grandfather attend, watching his two sons, one sitting in the plaintiff's seat and the other in the defendant's seat. Go ahead!"