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Chapter 171
Chapter 171
Chapter 171
“Quite a catch! Scoring a date with that country girl”
Vivien appraised with a smirk, then she dug into her purse and handed over two small packets of powder
1 heard you used to be quite the gigolo and must’ve taken some effort to sneak in here. Don’t worry, you’ll get your money, but you’re going to have to make a scene,” she said with a malicious grin
She wanted not only to snag Howard but to utterly ruin Gwendolyn’s reputation.
“Count on me. In our line of work, when we’re paid well, we deliver top notch service”
The waiter slipped the packets into his pocket.
I’ve done my homework. The seafood chowder is served individually. Slip the powder Into Howard and Gwendolyn’s bowls Then… accidentally spill something on their clothes as a distraction.”
Vivien was worried that Howard would sense something amiss and leave on the spot. She needed to buy time and find the perfect opportunity to strike.
“Understood, Ms. Sawyer. The good–looking waiter nodded with practiced ease, suggesting this wasn’t his first rodeo.
After finishing her instructions, Vivien sashayed away in her high heels. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.
As the waiter was about to leave, a man suddenly blocked his path.
Startled, the waiter stammered, “Mr. Moore.”
“What’s that you’ve got there?” Conrad Moore asked, eyeing the waiter’s hands.
“Nothing,” the waiter replied, trying to hide the packets behind him..
Conrad curled his lips into a faint smile. “I heard everything.”
He strode up to the waiter, snatched his hand, and grabbed the hidden packets.
“Is this the stuff Vivien asked you to tamper with?”
“Mr. Moore! Please, have mercy,” the waiter begged, aware of the gravity of the situation. “Don’t tell anyone, I beg your
Conrad, the notorious playboy of the Moore family, was capable of anything. His reputation in Bayridge City was even more scandalous than the infamous Valor.
Holding the packets tightly, Conrad asked in a low voice, “What’s this stuff?”
“It’s for.. uh, some bedroom fun, the waiter finally let it slip.
“Nice,” Conrad mused, weighing the packets in his hand. “I can keep a secret, but you’ll have to do as I say?
“Mr. Moore, what do you want?” Cornered, the waiter had no choice but to comply.
“Lean in closer.” Conrad was cautious when conspiring, wary of eavesdroppers. He whispered his instructions, and the waiter’s face turned pale with fear
“No… Mr.
1. Moore! If I do this, I’ll be finished in Bayridge City!”
“So, are you in or out? If you don’t, I can make sure you’re finished here and now. If you agree, once it’s done, I’ll pay you handsomely. You can leave Bayridge City and live comfortably,” Conrad’s threat was laced with the promise of reward.
“Tll do it now!”
The waiter, face ashen, clutched the packets and scurried towards the kitchen.
Conrad watched the waiter’s hasty retreat, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
He was sure the scene would be spectacular
At the banquet
Vivien settled back into her seat, awaiting
the main course.
The individual servings of seafood chowder were prepared by Bayridge City’s finest chefs. Rumor had it that the dish took three days to prepare. Once served, its rich aroma was utterly tantalizing.
“Mr. Peterson, this is a real delicacy
“I’ve heard it’s made by a descendant of the original creator.”