Classic Novel
Chapter 220
Chapter 220
Their exchange attracted the curious glances of other staff members. Thankfully,
Marcus continued forward, guided by the restaurant manager, oblivious to their interaction. Millie stole a glance at the departing figure and whispered to Leon, “No...”
But the man ahead had come to a halt. He turned to look at Millie.
Upon her arrival at the restaurant, Millie noticed the patrons hailed from the upper echelons of society. Not wanting to be identified as the young lady of the Thomas family, she hastily removed her light makeup and replaced it with a heavy one, complete with bright red lipstick. Unless someone knew her intimately, she’d be virtually unrecognizable.
Marcus scrutinized Millie's face, his gaze icy.
Millie’s heart pounded under his piercing stare, as if he could see right through her.
“The cousin-in-law claims | was mistaken. Did I?”
Turning around, Marcus rebuked, “If you’re here to learn, silence is the first rule.”
Leon offered Millie a knowing smile before trailing after his cousin.
“It seems like | was mistaken indeed.”
Their departure was followed by an inquiry from the supervisor standing next to Millie.
“What just happened? He is our most distinguished guest. Did something go wrong?
If you offend a guest today due to your carelessness, I’d consider Grace's decision to have you replace her irresponsible.”
Millie, taken aback, reassured the supervisor. “Rest assured, |’ll be on my best behavior. I’ve worked in restaurants before. The guest merely mistook me for someone else.”
Upon their arrival at the private dining room, the restaurant manager held the door open for Marcus to enter the opulent room. The head of the Dayen Group was already seated.
Taking the head seat, Marcus faced a man across the large round table, his neck adorned with a tattoo, who raised his glass in salute.
“Mr. Thomas, your reputation precedes you. I’m Bjorn, the general manager of the Dayen Group.”
Marcus, sporting a faux smile, unbuttoned his suit jacket and leaned back in his chair, leaving his glass untouched.
“I'm pressed for time. Let's cut to the chase.”
Following the formal gathering in the hall, Millie escaped to the restroom to touch up her makeup, trying to calm her nerves.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
Her phone buzzed out of the blue.