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    A startling thought suddenly shed through the manager’s mind like a bolt of lightning—perhaps Miss Jones was likely to be the future mistress of the Scott family. Dn had never before invited any woman to dine on this exclusive top floor, nor had he ever publicly defended or championed any woman with such a potent disy of authority. But now, he was doing both for Miss Jones.

    The manager decided that Miss Jones had to be handled with the highest level of care and respect.

    The dining hall of Morfort Restaurant was where the regr members usually ate. Regr members couldn’t book private rooms, so the main hall was the only option.

    When Thea got there, every single table was already taken. If her family hadn’t reserved early, they probably wouldn’t have gotten a table.

    Thea spotted her parents’ table quickly. The moment the Delgado couple saw hering, they jumped up, faces full of fake smiles.

    “Thea, you look more stunning than ever,” Alita Delgado, Kole and Cassie’s mother, gushed.

    “She’s been gorgeous since she was a kid. But she’s not just a pretty face—she’s smart and capable. When she runs thepany, it’s going to be huge,” Jorge Delgado, Kole and Cassie’s father, added, just as eager.

    Thea soaked in thepliments, tilting her chin up with pride as she sat, not bothering to act humble. To her, the Delgado family were just pawns of the Reeds, nothing more. “Sorry we’rete. Hope you guys haven’t been waiting too long.”

    Kole and Cassie rushed over, catching their breath as they sat down. They nced around at the other diners, all of whom were distinguished and elegant figures. Even as regr members, these people had more clout than the Delgado family.

    The Delgado family didn’t even qualify for regr membership. Those dining in the private rooms held even more power. And the ones eating on the top floor? They were the real heavyweights—the most prestigious of all. They wielded so much power that they could crush the Delgados without breaking a sweat.

    “Since everyone’s here, let’s ce our orders,” Grant announced.

    Thea shifted to the side, raising a hand to summon a nearby waiter—but her movement halted as a figure suddenly stepped into her line of sight, blocking her view. Her expression soured, irritation bubbling to the surface—until she recognized the man standing before her. It was none other than the manager of the prestigious Morfort Restaurant.

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    Gasps and murmurs swept through the dining hall like ripples across still water. Heads turned, and curious whispers filled the air.

    “Isn’t that the manager? What’s he doing down here?”

    “Doesn’t he only attend to guests in the private top-floor suite? Maybe he’s here to escort someone up there?”

    “No way. The Reed family? They’re not even in the top ten in status around here. My family’s more influential than theirs!”

    The atmosphere buzzed with spection, the diners eager to witness what could only be an extraordinary moment.

    “Sir, is something wrong?” Grant quickly stood, his tone overly pleasant, a nervous smile stretching across his face at the sight of the manager.

    “If there’s anything we can do to assist, please don’t hesitate,” Martha added, her grin syrupy with false charm.

    Meanwhile, Thea’s thoughts raced. She remembered hearing tales of the restaurant’s mysterious young master—wealthy, powerful, effortlessly charming. The very idea of meeting him sent a thrill through her. If he took an interest in her, everything could change. Her family’s fortunes could rise, and she’d finally have the recognition she craved.

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