NovelGoldChapter 353 The woman in the red dress beamed with smug satisfaction, as if this birthday cake were scrowning glory she'd always deserved. Trying her best to sound gracious, she said, "Then please thank your manager for me." The server maintained her practiced, sweet smile and replied softly, "No need to thank me-it's our pleasure." With that, she turned and wheeled the empty cart out of the private room with effortless poise.
As the door clicked shut behind her, every eye in the room turned toward the woman in red, radiating envy. Once the flurry of compliments had died down, Mac Brown-still nursing the sting from the slap he'd received-let his chubby face contort with rage. Suddenly, he snatched a plate off the table and, scowling, swung it at Claire's head, cursing as he did: "You arrogant little tramp! You dare hit me? Let's see if you can take what you dish out!" Claire reacted instantly. She grabbed a fork from the table, ready to defend herself.
But before she could strike back, May pulled her protectively into her arms.
There was a sharp crack as the plate smashed down on May's head, shattering into pieces.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"May!" Claire cried out in alarm.
"I'm fine, Ms. Claire," May said through gritted teeth, fighting back the pain. "Go find Mr. Foster, quickly." The room erupted with raucous laughter.
"You two? Claiming you know Mr. Foster? Do you even know who he is? He's the wealthiest man in Cresthaven- barely half a year in the city and he's already spent billions to secure the whole Eastborough district. Do you really think someone like you could possibly know him?" "If you're so desperate to meet Mr. Foster, it's not impossible. Once our class star arrives, you can grovel at his feet-maybe he'll be generous enough to let you catch a glimpse of Mr. Foster from a safe distance." "Our class star's not just anybody these days. Trust me, he wouldn't look twice at someone like her." "Oh? And just what kind of person wouldn't I look twice at?" Suddenly, the door swung open again. A man in a crisp white checkered suit strolled in, exuding confidence. Back in high school, Asher Chase had been the golden boy everyone swooned over-and even now, he was still noticeably more handsthan any of the other men in the room.
But good looks were all he had left from those days.
After all, high school was five years ago.
Back then, even if he was a bit arrogant, his eyes still held a certain innocence.
Now, though, after years in the real world, those seyes glinted with calculation, and he radiated the smug energy of a man who thought he'd made it. "Asher Chase, you finally made it!" In an instant, the crowd swarmed around him as if they were courtiers greeting a king, showering him with flattery.
Asher waved off their compliments with fake humility-"You're all too kind, really"—but his face was lit up with pride, chin practically tilted to the ceiling.
"Asher, what took you so long? We've been waiting forever!" He grinned. "I was just having a business meeting with Mr. Foster." That was only half true. He had indeed been near Sean Foster a few minutes ago, but calling it a business meeting was a stretch-he'd simply been standing by pouring coffee.
Asher had heard Mr. Foster would be at the Grandeur Hotel today, so he'd shamelessly lingered nearby hoping to get noticed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen he'd approached, Sean had been about to discuss the Eastborough Project and had promptly sent Asher away.
Asher had intended to head to the private room he'd reserved-Suite 107-but halfway there, he'd run into a server pushing an empty cart down the corridor.
He'd stopped her and asked, "Are my guests all here yet?"
The server replied politely, "Sir, are your friends a group of folks in their twenties? There's a Miss Shaw n among them?" Asher nodded eagerly. "Yes, that's right." "Sir, your friends are all in Suite 101." Asher blinked in confusion.
Suite 101? But he could've sworn he'd reserved 107.
"Wasn't it 107?"
The server explained, "Sir, Mr. Foster reserved Suite 101 for you. Youm friends are all waiting there." Asher was stunned, hardly able to believe his luck.
He'd never imagined Mr. Foster would go out of his way to support him-booking
the Grandeur Hotel's most exclusive VIP suite just to give him sextra prestige at his reunion.
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