Chapter 49

Maintaining his professional smile, the waiter delivered news that sparked a fierce reaction from Diana. “You three are now officially barred from Lonsong Restaurant. We won’t be serving you any longer.”

Diana, her face filled with anger, pointed a finger at the waiter. “I want to file a complaint against you!”

“By all means,” the waiter replied, his expression unchanged, seemingly accustomed to such confrontations.

Facing the waiter’s indifference, Diana seethed, her teeth clenched in frustration. Warren, observing the waiter’s calm demeanor, was prompted to deep reflection.

In the bustling city of Lyhaton, Lonsong Restaurant stood out among the many dining establishments. Its reputation, built over more than a decade under its mysterious owner’s care, kept it consistently popular.

With this in mind, Warren, hiding his irritation beneath a controlled facade, challenged the waiter. “We haven’t violated any of your restaurant’s policies. On what grounds are we being blacklisted?”

“The sight of you three seems to sour the mood of our owner’s wife.”

Warren found himself at a loss for words. Natalie and Diana shared his confusion. Had they somehow upset the restaurant owner’s wife? They had never even learned the identity of the person behind Lonsong Restaurant.

Holding back her indignation, Natalie’s voice remained calm and collected as she asked, “Would you mind telling us the name of your boss’s wife?”

“Absolutely not!” the waiter responded, forcefully shutting the door.

The three were unceremoniously ejected, their pride visibly wounded, especially Natalie’s. For Natalie, a renowned celebrity, being ejected by a mere waiter was both demeaning and maddening. Nonetheless, as someone constantly in the limelight, she had no choice but to swallow the insult.

They were just turning to leave when, unexpectedly, the door swung open once more. The waiter held a sign that boldly read, “No entry for bitches or jerks.”

Instantly, their faces clouded over with anger, struck by the outright insult. Diana, seething, moved to confront the waiter, but Warren sharply cut her off, saying, “Do you want to escalate this? If you can’t control yourself, head home!”

“But I…” Diana, consumed by anger and frustration, stomped her foot and stormed away in a fury.

Natalie, aware of her public status, foresaw potential scandal. She whispered, “Warren, perhaps it’s a misunderstanding. Let’s try the restaurant next door?”

“Sorry for this mess,” Warren said, looking at Natalie with gentle eyes.

Turning to leave, Natalie shot a lingering, sharp glance at the restaurant’s closed door, a flicker of coldness in her eyes.

Vivienne, inside the restaurant, was unaware of the unfolding drama. She marched in, her attention recalled only when a waiter inquired about her reservation. Taken by surprise, she suddenly realized she had entered without thinking.

“Oh, my apologies. I walked in without thinking.” An uncontrollable, awkward smile appeared on her face.

As she turned, she collided with a massive bouquet of roses. Taking an involuntary step back, Vivienne hesitated.

“Excuse me, beautiful lady, would you join me for dinner?” a man nearby asked, his voice as smooth and enticing as a serenade.