The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 66

Chapter 66:

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“I’m terribly sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but we’re closed for the evening.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed, his tone darkening.

“Closed? We have a reservation.”

Rita, already seething, pointed accusingly at the restaurant’s interior, where Corrine had disappeared moments earlier.

“What kind of nonsense is this? That woman in the blue suit just walked in without a problem! But you’re telling us we can’t enter? This is blatant favoritism!”

Maintaining his professional smile, the waiter delivered news that sparked a fierce reaction from Rita.

“You three are now officially barred from Lonsong Restaurant. We won’t be serving you any longer.”

Rita, her face filled with anger, pointed a finger at the waiter.

“I want to file a complaint against you!”

“By all means,” the waiter replied, his expression unchanged, accustomed to such confrontations.

Facing the waiter’s indifference, Rita seethed, teeth clenched in frustration. Bruce, observing the waiter’s calm expression, was prompted to deep reflection.

In the busy city of Lyhaton, Lonsong Restaurant stood out among the many dining spots. Its reputation, built over more than a decade under its mysterious owner’s care, kept it consistently popular.

With this in mind, Bruce, hiding his irritation beneath a controlled facade, challenged the waiter.

“We haven’t violated any of your restaurant’s policies. On what grounds are we being blacklisted?”

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“The sight of you three seems to sour the mood of our owner’s wife.”

Bruce found himself at a loss for words.

Leah and Rita shared his confusion. Had they somehow upset the restaurant’s owner’s wife? They had never even learned the identity of the person behind Lonsong Restaurant.

Holding back her indignation, Leah’s voice remained calm and collected as she asked, “Would you mind telling us the name of your boss’s wife?”

“Absolutely not!” the waiter responded, forcefully shutting the door.

The three were unceremoniously driven out, their pride visibly wounded, especially Leah’s.

For Leah, a renowned celebrity, being ejected by a mere waiter was both demeaning and maddening. Nonetheless, as someone constantly in the limelight, she had no choice but to swallow the insult.

They were just turning to leave when, unexpectedly, the door swung open once more.

The waiter held a sign that boldly read, “No entry for bitches or jerks.”

Instantly, their faces clouded over with anger, struck by the outright insult.

Rita, seething, moved to confront the waiter, but Bruce sharply cut her off, saying, “Do you want to escalate this? If you can’t control yourself, head home!”

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