Rise Of The General's Forgotten Son

Chapter 262

Sierra narrowed her eyes slightly, watching the group without saying a word.

One of the guys — the one with the messy hair and silver ring-studded fingers — leaned back in his seat, puffing out a cloud of smoke that drifted lazily above his head.

He looked around with a lazy smirk, then raised his voice just enough to be heard across the quiet tension in the room.

“Waiter — or waitress, whatever…”

He exhaled smoke slowly through his nose.

“Bring us our usual dish.”

The words landed with weight.

A few nearby diners paused mid-bite, and even a passing waiter hesitated briefly before nodding quickly and scurrying off toward the kitchen.

Betty raised a brow.

“Did you hear that? Usual dish?” she whispered.

“You mean they come here often? Acting like this?”

Sierra’s gaze remained fixed on them, brows slightly drawn.

“Apparently,” she said quietly, voice low.

“And clearly… no one’s been able to put them in their place.”

The men laughed among themselves again, as if they owned the entire sect