Hattie had never seen such a frightful expression on Gwenda's face before. She swallowed nervously and looked away awkwardly.

After they finished ordering, the waiter quickly served their food. Seeing Gwenda wasn't eating, Karter moved a dish closer to her. "Gwenda, thank you for your hard work on this incident. Please eat up."

"Thanks," Gwenda replied, forcing a smile despite her bad mood.

Nearby, Olivier felt an inexplicable surge of anger watching another man coax his date to eat. He was about to do the same when Jazlyn interrupted.

"It's fine, Olivier, I can get it myself. You don't have to put the dishes so close to me."

Olivier glared at her. His eyes clearly said, "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Jazlyn raised her eyebrows. "Nope!"

Frustrated, Olivier muttered, "You should eat more, too."

Jazlyn took a piece of meat and placed it on his plate with a smile.

Watching them flirt and feed each other, Gwenda was so angry she almost flipped the table. Fortunately, she regained her composure after a few deep breaths. There was nothing to be upset about; she'd consider tonight's events a valuable lesson. She'd identified another scumbag, successfully avoiding unnecessary hardship.

Although Gwenda tried to comfort herself, her heart ached with betrayal. The meal was difficult to endure, but Karter's lively energy prevented awkward silences.

Midway through, Karter asked Jazlyn, "I've never heard you mention Mr. Petit before. You seem close."

"Indeed," Jazlyn said, smiling charmingly at Olivier. "He's very good to me and gives me whatever I want. Isn't that right, Olivier?"

Olivier glanced at her without responding.

"He's like that," Jazlyn explained. "Please don't take offense." Her eyes landed on some prawns. "Olivier, will you peel me a prawn? I'd like to eat one."

Olivier, unsure of her motives, rolled his eyes, wiped his hands, and peeled a prawn for her.

This was too much for Gwenda. She stood up angrily. Everyone looked at her.

"Apologies, I need to use the restroom," she said, and left.

Jazlyn snickered and nudged Olivier. "Well, she's gone. Hurry and go after her."

Olivier immediately wiped his hands and followed Gwenda.

The others were bewildered. Karter asked, "Jazlyn, what are you playing at?"

"I was following orders, completing my mission," Jazlyn replied casually.

"What mission?"

"I can't disclose that information," she said mysteriously.

Karter was curious. "Is Mr. Petit someone you like?"

"Nah, he's my cousin."

"Cousin?!" Karter exclaimed. "Why were you so intimate with him then?"

"Didn't I say I was on a mission?" Jazlyn rolled her eyes.

Karter, and everyone else, seemed to understand.

Meanwhile, Gwenda stood before the bathroom sink, angrily staring at her reflection, tears welling up. "Fcking son of a btch! Fcking ashole!" she raged. He'd cajoled her, saying he'd peel prawns for her, only to do the same for any woman. What a "nice" guy! F*cking scumbag! Thank goodness she hadn't been fooled.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Tears welled in her eyes, her body trembling.

The bathroom door opened. Gwenda, about to avoid the newcomer, saw Olivier in the mirror.

"You" she froze, then turned, surprised. "This is the women's restroom!"