Chapter 11

Moon Pavilion, overlooking Rivenesco Lakeside, was Rivenesco's most prestigious restaurant. Its ancient architectural style made it immensely popular among the wealthy and influential. Dining there was expensive; even Rivenesco's richest businessmen hesitated before booking a table on the upper floors.

Today, the Wyatt family had reserved two private rooms on the top floor to welcome renowned physicians from Lovellia. Amara and Delia greeted the physicians on the first floor. Amara, skilled at such events, leveraged the Medical Sage's influence to charm the physicians, cultivating relationships to expand the Wyatt family's network. Lovellia's top physicians held considerable status, making networking with them worthwhile. The sisters welcomed each physician with warm smiles, their arrival facilitated by the Medical Sage's reputation. Thanks to the Sage's influence, the physicians were polite and respectful.

Delia, basking in the physicians' praise, suddenly stiffened. "Amara, look!" she exclaimed, pointing. Amara frowned, followed her gaze, and froze. Two people approached—Dustin and Simone.

"That trash is here?" Delia's face darkened. Amara sneered. "Why else? He's here to beg forgiveness." Two days earlier, Amara had threatened Dustin, and his response had enraged her. "I thought he had backbone, but he's already cowering. He's truly trash!"

Dustin reached the entrance. "Dustin Fox," Amara said coldly, "is it too late to beg forgiveness? Even offering both arms wouldn't suffice!" Dustin regarded her with disdain.

"Amara Wyatt, is something wrong with your brain? Who said I'm here to beg?" Amara stiffened.

"If not to apologize, then to eat?" she demanded.

"Can't I dine at Moon Pavilion?" Dustin chuckled.

"For a meal? Don't be ridiculous!" Delia scoffed. "This is Moon Pavilion! The most luxurious restaurant in Rivenesco. Can someone as poor as you afford it? You can't even enter the first floor; leave now!" Dustin glared at her. This was the true face of his former student; expelling her from his tutelage had been the right decision.

"I'm not dining on the first floor; I'm going to the fifth," he said indifferently. "Move."

The sisters' eyes widened. "The fifth floor? You dare!" Delia mocked. "Only the most exclusive members are permitted on the fifth floor. It's not enough to be merely wealthy. And you, Dustin Fox? You're trash, expelled from the Wyatt family. Who are you to go there?"

Amara glared, indignant at his audacity. "Let's see you get to the fifth floor!" Delia sneered, signaling the security guards. "This man has no standing; he was a Wyatt family servant and now wants to force his way to the fifth floor. Will you just watch?" she demanded. "He dares to sneak in? How cheeky!"

The guards, alerted, approached. Delia, young, pretty, and a Wyatt daughter, was instantly flattering the security chief. "Miss Wyatt, how can we help?"

"If someone tries to break in, what do you do?" Delia asked, gesturing to Dustin and Simone.

"We throw them out!" the chief sneered. The guards raised their batons.

"Kid, Moon Pavilion isn't for your kind. Leave willingly, or we'll break your limbs!" the chief shouted. Dustin's face turned cold. "You judge people without reason. You should leave." He started to enter.

"You want to die?!" The chief swung his baton. The guards attacked. Dustin's gaze sharpened.

Bang! The guards flew backward, groaning in agony. Their bones were broken, tendons snapped before they could react. They were terrified. This man was terrifying!

Amara and Delia were shocked. Five trained guards defeated by Dustin? When had he become so powerful? He'd always been useless trash.

The stunned chief couldn't stop Dustin. Dustin's cold gaze froze him; the chief broke into a cold sweat, feeling a terrifying, piercing sensation.

Thud! The chief collapsed.

"What's happening?" Moon Pavilion's manager rushed out.

"Manager, he forced his way in and assaulted your guards! Arrest him!" Delia shouted.

The manager's face darkened. Dustin produced a card and tossed it. "Does Moon Pavilion treat its customers like this?"

The manager, flustered, stammered, "Thisthis is a Moon Pavilion black gold membership card!"

"How dare you offend a black gold member! You're fired! Get out!" The manager roared at the guards.

The guards were dumbfounded. A black gold member? This man, whom the Wyatts called a servant, was a black gold member? Shame burned their faces.

"A black gold member?" Delia couldn't believe it. Shock registered on Amara's face. "Fewer than five people hold black gold cards. Amara only has a white gold card. How?" Delia found it unacceptable. Did Dustin outrank them at Moon Pavilion?

The sisters couldn't accept this. "It's fake!" Delia cried.

"It's authentic," the manager stated. "My staff were ignorant and treated you poorly. I apologize." He personally escorted Dustin and Simone inside. Amara and Delia exchanged shocked, disbelieving glances.