Chapter 259: No Need to Wait

"I'm going too," Stella said.

"Me too! I want to meet Mr. Lowe, who's famously impartial!" Gianna added.

They eagerly joined Simon. "Sure, let's go together!" he said, waving.

Just as Benedict and his family were about to leave for Glen's, Simon stopped and turned to Jared. "Didn't you say you've eaten at Mr. Lowe's house before? Since we're going to toast him, do you want to come?"

Benedict and his family glared at Jared, certain he wouldn't dare—it would expose his lie.

Jared shook his head. "He should be toasting me!"

The group was momentarily shocked, then erupted in laughter. "Are you dreaming? Mr. Lowe toasting you? Look in a mirror! I'll tell Mr. Lowe what you said and see what he does!" Simon declared, leading Benedict and the others away.

As they left, Stella paused. "We might have lunch with Mr. Lowe after the toast. Go ahead and pay the bill; no need to wait. And those two empty wine bottles are worth a few hundred. Bring them home—they'll last you a few days." She chuckled and left.

Hannah looked at Jared anxiously. "Jared, are you out of your mind? You're in trouble!"

"Mom, everything will be fine," Jared reassured her with a smile.

Gary sighed. "How much is this meal? What do we do?" (Remove the website plug here)

"Dad, don't worry. I'll handle it. Go home with Mom. I'll pay the bill." Jared knew his parents would worry if they stayed.

"Good idea. We'll find some money. Don't get into any fights. This is Mr. Lewis's restaurant; it's serious," Gary warned.

"Got it," Jared nodded.

Though uneasy, Hannah and Gary left to borrow money from neighbors. They knew "dining and dashing" at Tommy's was risky.

Jared sat alone, his thoughts returning to his identity.

Meanwhile, Benedict's family took the elevator to Majestic Hall, glasses in hand. Javier stared at the extravagant private rooms.

"Simon, when will you treat us to a meal here?" he asked earnestly. "Even Jared ate in a private room downstairs!"

"He probably couldn't afford it," Gianna laughed. "Let's see him pay. If he tries to dine and dash, Mr. Lewis will kill him!"

Simon scowled. "Be quiet! This is a place with dignitaries. Don't be noisy!"

Intimidated, they fell silent. Benedict agreed. "Simon's right. Behave yourselves."

In Majestic Hall, Glen and colleagues, including Simon's father, Devin Moore, lunched. Devin seemed to have the lowest status, personally serving drinks and wine like a waiter.