Chapter 337. Dia Dhuit

Samantha scratched her ear as she wished that she could simply turn back the hand of the clock so they wouldn’t have gone to the pub at all. She wished they had simply gone to the lodge the mayor had given them and eaten the good Irish stew that Mrs O’ Bryann, their cook was always adding to each meal.

Well, she was no magician and she knew that her boss was waiting for her response. She practically felt Tomiwa’s impatience through the phone as her pacing increased “Well, the men grabbed the waiter again when she went to serve them their tankard and the one who seemed to be their leader refused to let her go. My back was to them but Richard's seat was facing them. The girl hit the man with the opener in her hand, and he let her go as she expected but before she could move from their seat. The man who held his hand in pain backhanded her with the other hand and she crashed into the table behind her. Bottles, plates and drinks are scattered on the floor. The lady preceded the content