<b>Chapter </b><b>100 </b>
<b>The </b>waitress looked like she was on the verge of tears and quickly turned away to make a phone call.
Not long after, a woman descended the stars, her every step exuding elegance. She wore an elegant gown, and her makeup was wless, <b>everyone’s </b>attention
Her hair was styled in an intricate updo, revealing her porcin like neck. The slight curve at the corner of her eyes added a touch of allure to <b>her </b>appearance.
“What seems to be the issue here?” The woman was none other than Cine Woods, the 11 year old single and wealthy dener of Haveron Restaurant
The moment Cloe appeared, Amanda could clearly sense Kim’s mood shift, his auta growing colder.
Puzzled, she kept her observations discreet, quietly studying the scene.
The lobby grew increasingly crowded as more people gathered, their whispers and curious nces turning the situation into a spectacle.
Hannah cast a quick nce at Cloe, her disdain evident. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, subtly positioning herself in front of Lism. “We reserved the Golden Premier Suite of Navoron Restaurant in advance, yet your staff gave it away without consulting us.”
Cloe gave the waitress a nonchnt nce. “What happened exactly?”
The waitress wiped her tears and said, “Ms. <b>Woods</b>, I followed the rules. You said anyone with the First–ss VIP Card could use the Golden Premier Suite without restrictions. Besides, it’s only six–thirty–there’s still half an hour before we officially open.”
Cloe fixed her eyes on her. “You’re sure about this?”
The waitress <b>nodded</b>. “Absolutely sure.”
Cloe’s lips curved into a faint smile <b>as </b>she turned to the group. “Sorry,dies and gentlemen. The Golden Premier Suite doesn’t open until seven. Mind waiting another half hour<b>?</b>”
Faced with the rules, <b>Hannah </b>didn’t press further but asked coldly, “Waiting half an hour is <b>fine</b><b>, </b>but the suite only opens once a day. If someone else is using it during our reserved time, does that mean we have <b>to </b>give it up?”
Cloe crossed her arms. “That’s exactly how it works.
Hannah said with restrained anger, “I don’t think we deserve such treatment.”
Cloesaid, “Do you remember when Navaron Restaurant first opened, I mentioned that the Golden Premier Suite was designed for a very special guest!”
A few customers nodded. “<b>Yes</b><b>, </b>you did,”
Cloe’s smile deepened. “And <b>I </b>also said that while the Golden Premier Suite is open for public reservations, if this special guest shows up with the First ss <b>VIP </b>Card, the suite must be vacated for them, no matter who reserved it. Isn’t that right?”
Liam nodded firmly, “Yes.”
Navoron Restaurant <b>had </b>only issued ten VIP Cards in <b>total</b><b>, </b>and in the <b>nine </b>ye
years
since its opening, only five had been given <b>out </b>
Four of those cards were ounted for, but the first–ss VIP Card had never been seen.
The <b>rules </b>of Navoron Restaurant were publicly known, <b>and </b>most people assumed the First–ss VIP Card was just a marketing gimmick, never actually
distributed.
Who would’ve thought the holder of this elusive <b>card </b>would show up today?
<b>The </b>crowd erupted in whispers their curiosity
nga fever pitch.
Hannah’s face stiffened, her <b>eyes </b>glinting with coldness.
<b>m </b>gently took her hand to soothe her. “Ms. Woods, we respect the rules and won’t break them. We just need to <b>see </b><b>the </b>First ss VIP Card with
Suspicion brewed in his heart as he thought, “Nine years without a trace, and now it shows up the moment we arrive?”
Cloe nodded. “Alright, I’ll go ask the guests if they’re willing to let us verify the First–ss
MMPC Card.”
“What if the First ss VIP Card <b>has </b>always been in your possession, Ms. Woods?” someone asked.
“Exactly. We need to meet the guests,” another chimed in.
“Let us meet them,” a third voice insisted.
Cloe didn’t agree immediately. “I need to check with the guests first.”
“Alright,” came the response.
As Cloe turned, her gazended on two stunning young women who had just entered her line of sight.
The waitress quickly stepped forward. “Ms. Woods, the ones holding the First–ss VIP Card and requesting the Golden Premier Suite are them.”
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