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    “Threaten me all you want!” Shelly sneered, not bothered at all. Stylist Magazine may have had power, but it didn’t scare her one bit!


    A round of apuse erupted. A young man wearing a ck leather jacket, his face sporting a mischievous grin, walked over to join them. “Bravo, genuinely remarkable,” he remarked with a smirk at Shelly. “I’ve never seen anyone speak to Ethan like that before.”


    Shelly hardly acknowledged the man, fully brushing him off as she redirected her focus to Yvonne.


    “Yvonne, you’re just putting on a brave face since Mr. Burke isn’t around to support you. Is that all you’ve got—allowing them to gang up on me?”


    Before Yvonne could respond, the man interrupted, “No one is teaming up on you, so don’t distort the truth.”


    “Shelly Tucker, you kicked this off and tried to shift the me onto others. It doesn’t matter who shows up—the truth remains the same,” Yvonne asserted, herposure restored after Ethan had defended her.


    “If you say you’re sorry now, I’ll let this slide. Otherwise, just wait until Norton shows up—you’ll regret it!” Shelly threatened, trying to sound tough but unable to hide her unease.


    Yvonne nced at Shelly’s air of confidence and felt a sting of disappointment.


    “Ms. Tucker, are you done? Can I say a few things now?” The man grinned at Shelly, his eyes twinkling with mischief.


    “Go right ahead,” Shelly shot back with arrogance. She was convinced that bringing up Norton would make them apologize.


    But the man’s grin quickly faded, leaving a neutral expression behind. “You’re banned from this restaurant for good. I’ll send you the bill for any damages.”


    “On what basis?” Shelly yelled. This restaurant was a hotspot for Amberfield’s elite, and it was her first time there—she hadn’t even had a chance towork yet!


    “On the basis that I own the ce,” the man answered with a casual shrug.


    Yvonne and Margie exchanged doubtful nces at the man. His look shed sharply with the restaurant’s sophisticated vibe.


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    Noticing their expressions, the man raised his eyebrows at them, wearing a cheeky grin.


    Then he turned to Shelly, motioning toward the exit. “You need to leave, right now.”


    Shelly’s face drained of color. “You’re the owner?”


    The man ignored her question, instead waving to two attendants in the distance.


    Momentster, the attendants rushed over. “Sir, what can we do for you?”


    “Throw her out,” the man ordered, pointing directly at Shelly.


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