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    Rachel knew that the more daunted she felt, the more she needed to face the music.


    “It’s such a charming ce,” An said as they entered the restaurant. “Looks like I made the right choice, bringing you here today.”


    They chatted andughed as they walked,pletely unaware that Brian was behind them. He had already taken a step in their direction but stopped short at thest second.


    “Mr. White,” the client beside him said in concern, “is something wrong?”


    Ronald, ever resourceful and perceptive, hurried over to whisper a few words into Brian’s ear.


    They were in tune with each other, and the performance they gave was very convincing.


    A moment passed, then Brian nodded and turned to the clients he had gone there to dine with. “I apologize, everyone. Something urgent hase up. Allow me to entertain you some other time.”


    Despite being his clients, Brian still held considerable superiority over the other men. They didn’t protest and left after exchanging a few pleasantries with him.


    Of course, Ronald made arrangements for them to dine and have fun somewhere else.


    Once they were gone, Brian headed to a private dining area, the best ce in the restaurant. He had a natural im to that table because he was, in fact, the real owner of this establishment.


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    It wasn’t long before Ronald joined him and told him Rachel’s dining room number.


    “Got it,” Brian replied lightly as he brewed himself a cup of coffee. Soon, the heady aroma filled the room. But no matter how fragrant the coffee was, it still tasted bitter in his mouth.


    Inside another dining room, Rachel asked the server for a menu. “You go first,” An said politely, even as he selected a few dishes he fancied.


    Rachel didn’t hold back and chose her favorites. She had been here several times already, so she was quite familiar with the food.


    “I’ll have the filet steak, shrimp cocktail, and as for dessert—chocte cake with a touch of caviar.”


    She had barely finished speaking when the server raised a hand and respectfully informed her, “I’m sorry, Miss Marsh. I’m afraid the chocte cake with caviar is not avable. It is made for pre-orders, you see.”


    This took Rachel by surprise. She was always able to have it whenever she came with Brian, so she was unaware that it had to be ordered beforehand.


    “Then I’ll have the caviar cream mushrooms instead.”


    “I’m sorry, but all caviar products are sold out.”


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