Chapter 397

Wasn’t that a globally limited-edition Centurion Card?

Liana had worked at this restaurant for years and had never seen a Centurion Card before.

The card wasn’t something just any rich or powerful person could get their hands on. To own one, the power and connections behind you had to be unimaginably strong. Even the prestigious Lewis family didn’t have one.

Who exactly was this woman? How on earth did she get that card?

Rachel noticed Liana frozen in place. She tapped her fingers lightly on the counter to snap her back to reality.

“Didn’t you want me to pay?”

There was no way Liana dared to go through with the charge now. If she did, she might never find another job in Yurelia City.

Her expression changed instantly; she forced a smile and began apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Lloyd. This was entirely my fault. I wasn’t being responsible. I didn’t take my job seriously enough. Please, I’m begging you, forgive me. You have to understand, people like me working these kinds of jobs, it’s not easy. And today was especially overwhelming. There were so many customers…”

Rachel’s expression remained cold. “And what does that have to do with me? This is your job. You make a mistake at work, and now the customer has to clean up after you?”

Liana’s face flushed red. She bit her lip hard. “I–I didn’t mean it like that. You’re obviously wealthy. Why make things harder for people like us? If you could just let it go, I might be able to keep this job.”

Rachel let out a cold chuckle. “So now, you’re implying I’m the reason you’re about to lose it?”

Liana remained silent, but the resentment on her face couldn’t be more obvious.

Not far away, Yale had been watching the whole scene unfold. He turned to Tyler, who had been leaning against a wall, silently watching as if enjoying a show.

“Mr. Hunt, when did you lend Ms. Lloyd your card?”

Tyler glanced at Yale. “Who said it was my card? Mine’s right here with me.”

Yale was in shock. “What? That’s not your card? Then how did Ms. Lloyd get that?”

“No idea,” Tyler said with clear amusement.

He was still looking at Rachel. Right now, she looked like she was glowing.

Arms crossed and smiling, he couldn’t help but think that Rachel was getting more and more interesting. Yes–this was what Melanie’s daughter should be like.

Yale noticed that the situation was spiraling out of control.

“Mr. Hunt, you’re really not going to step in?”

“She’s handling it just fine.”

Tyler wasn’t in a rush. In fact, this was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to test just how much Rachel was still hiding from him.

Where had she really been for the past five years? What had she gone through to become this version of herself?

Wilson had already figured out that he couldn’t afford to offend Rachel, especially after a waiter whispered that she had arrived with Tyler.

That Centurion Card alone was enough to send ripples through the restaurant. Add Tyler Hunt to the equation, and the situation was nuclear.

Acting quickly, Wilson returned the card to Rachel.

“Ms. Lloyd, there’s no need to pay. This was entirely our restaurant’s mistake. Even if you hadn’t said a word, she would’ve been dismissed regardless. A mistake this serious would be terrible for our reputation.”

Satisfied, Rachel didn’t press any further. “If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving.”

Wilson, ever the tactful one, quickly pulled out a few vouchers from the drawer.

“These are complimentary meal passes. You, your friends, or family are welcome to dine here up to three times, on the house. Any dishes you like.”

Rachel accepted them. “Thank you.”

She parted the crowd and was met with Tyler’s gaze. There was no emotion on her face. He had clearly seen everything. There was no point in hiding it now.

The group quickly made their way outside.

Cecilia clung to Rachel’s arm. Her eyes were wide with curiosity.

“Rachel, where’d you get that Centurion Card? I’ve heard of it before. That thing’s legendary!”