The Heiress’s Second Chance at Vengeance

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Chapter 88: A Taste of the Game

“You know what you’re saying?”

Tyson had originally thought the girl just had guts–some backbone, nothing more. But Eliza’s sharp observation took him by surprise.

“I was just guessing, Mr. Tyson. No need to be so tenseb./bb” /b

Eliza wasn’t your average high schooler. She had lived an entire lifetime already.

With that experience, she wasn’t the type to shrink in front of someone like Tyson.

Her reply made Tyson study her more closely.

This girl… So that’s the type Nn likes. What an oddball.

Tyson’s eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror.

Sure enough, he spotted Nn’s figure growing smaller and smaller.

He raised an eyebrow with amusement.

No matter he wouldn’t mind ying Nn a little.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a restaurant.

It was a five–star hotel, offering both local and foreign cuisine. Tyson deliberately chose fine dining.

“Have a seat.”

He’d done his homework: Eliza had never once dined at an upscale ce like this, thanks to her parents‘ neglect. She likely had zero experience with formal Western dining.

Clearly, Tyson intended to watch her embarrass herself.

His gaze lingered on her, scrutinizing her every move.

The waiter approached. “Here’s the menu. What would the two of you like to order?”

Eliza took the menu.

Every item was written in English–Tyson’s doing, no doubt.

He smoothly ced his order in fluent nativenguage before ncing at her, clearly expecting hesitation.

But Eliza didn’t flinch. She calmly ordered the most expensive dishes on the menu.

Tyson raised an eyebrow.

So this little thing could handle herself.

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And she had a spine, too–vindictiveb, /beven.

“Mr. Tyson, should I consider this a thank–you lunchb?/bb” /b

“You could.”

“Then I won’t hold back.”

Eliza rang the bell and ordered the most expensive bottle of red wine on the blist/b.

Tyson’s brow twitched. “You’re a student, and you drink?”

“Who says students can’t drink? A little wine adds to the mood.”

iAnd /iithe /iicorkage /iifee /iwill ibleed /iiyou /iidry/ii, /iEliza thought smugly.

Soon, the food arrived.

Eliza handled her utensils with practiced elegance, her table manners impable.

She clearly wasn’t new to fine dining.

Tyson nced at Julio beside him.

Julio looked confused.

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He’d looked into her background–no visits to fancy restaurants, no time spent abroad, and supposedly weaknguage skills.

So how the hell was she doing this?

Across from Tyson, Eliza silently thanked her past self.

Because she’d married Zayden in her previous life, she’d had to attend all sorts of social functions and formal dinners. As his wife, she couldn’t afford to make a fool of herself.

She’d learned every bit of dining etiquette thoroughly.

And she owed part of her poise to Nn as well–his intensive speaking drills had brought her spoken foreignnguage to another level.

“Didn’t think today’s students had such polished manners,” Tysonmented, casually. “What do you think of the food?b” /b

“Average,” Eliza replied without thinking.

Then she paused–she realized Tyson had set a trap.

He smiled faintly. “What’s wrong with it?”

Seeing that he was clearly testing her, Eliza responded without hesitation, “It’s not bad, but the steak is low–grade and overcooked. It’s supposed to be medium, but this is easily medium–well. As for the pineapple foie gras–nothing special. The texture’s off, and you can still taste the connective tissue. The

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ham is nd. It’s all just ting with no substance. If I had to guess, this is more of a business hotel. The food… bis /bvery businessb.” /b

Tyson looked genuinely impressed.

That kind of assessment, from a supposed high schooler? He hadn’t expected her to know this much.

“Don’t you agree, Mr. Tyson?” Eliza added, raising an eyebrow.

Tyson chuckled. “Mm. Very honest feedback.”

Outside the restaurant…

Nn had appeared, though no one noticed when.

He stood at a distance, watching Eliza and Tyson share a conversation that looked far too friendly.

His expression darkened.

Julio noticed him at the entrance and stepped forward quickly. “Sir, Mr. Tyson and Ms. Rivers are enjoying their conversation. He isn’t epting visitors right now.”

“Did I say I wanted to go in?”

Nn’s cool reply shut Julio up instantly.

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