Looking at Mason's furious expression, Zorro cursed under his breath. He knew that his plans were ruined. It turned out that Mason didn't enjoy the drinks. He bitterly whispered to Jacob about what had happened. Then, he said, "Do you think I, a low-ranking official, can book a private room here? The whole meal cost me more than half a year of my and my colleague's salary. It's all paid out of our pockets. I won't be reimbursed when I go back."
Jacob finally understood what was going on. It seemed that Zorro was an honest official. He turned to the waiter beside him and said, "Go and get me a box of the special editions."
The waiter knew Jacob. She nodded before turning around to walk back to the kitchen.
"What special edition?" Mason asked doubtfully.
"You weren't enjoying your drinks, right? The ordinary one's not good enough. I'll get you some special editions. If you don't finish all of them today, you don't have to walk out of the restaurant," Jacob said flatly.