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    “Seriously?” Eloise’s eyes shot wide open, her excitement practically buzzing. Christina actually had a connection the Hubbard family didn’t. How many more jaw-dropping connections and hidden skills did Christina have up her sleeve? She really was something else.

    Eloise stared at Christina, admiration shining in her eyes like a beacon. Anyone who had written Christina off had seriously messed up, mistaking a shining pearl for a worthless rock.

    Christina shot a quick message to Dn and slipped her phone back into her pocket.

    “Let’s hang back and watch them squirm,” Christina said, smiling slyly.

    “Hell yeah!” Eloise’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “You’re amazing!” How humiliating it would be for the Delgado siblings and Thea to get kicked out after showing off like they owned the ce. They’d be absolutely furious…

    “Let’s just wait at the entrance of Morfort Restaurant!” Eloise chirped, her voice bubbling over with barely contained excitement.

    “Okay.” Christina nodded.

    The two women quickly arrived at the grand entrance of Morfort Restaurant, the polished brass and gleaming ss reflecting the warm glow of the atmosphere. They stopped there, taking up a prime waiting spot. Eloise, unable to contain her eagerness, craned her neck, trying to peek inside the bustling establishment.

    The mere thought of witnessing the Delgado siblings and Thea being unceremoniously escorted out, their faces flushed with humiliation, brought an uncontroble, wicked smile to Eloise’s lips.

    On the exclusive top floor of Morfort Restaurant, an area typically reserved for the most influential guests—

    “Where are Christina and Eloise? Maybe I should go check downstairs,” Chloe said aloud, a slight frown creasing her brow. She had sent them a message earlier, and they had confirmed their arrival. It puzzled her why they hadn’te upstairs to join them.

    “Don’t worry. They’ll show up soon,” Dn said, his voice smooth and confident. He rose calmly from his seat at the elegant table.

    He strolled over to a more secluded, quiet corner of the expansive room, away from the other diners, and ced a call to the manager of Morfort Restaurant.

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    “Mr. Scott, how can I help?” The manager’s voice came through the phone, already tinged with deference.

    “From this moment forward, I want you to cklist every single member of the Reed family and the Delgado family from entering Morfort Restaurant. Now, go down there and drive them out,” Dn ordered, his voice t and chillingly cold.

    “Understood!” The manager immediately began to sweat, a cold bead trickling down his temple. “Is there anything else I can do for you right now?”

    “That’s it. Get it done,” Dn replied, his tone remaining utterly icy.

    “Yes, Mr. Scott,” the manager answered respectfully.

    Just as Dn was about to end the call, a thought struck him, and he added, almost as an afterthought, “Also, make sure Miss Jones is treated like a queen when she’s escorted up here to the top floor.”

    “Understood,” the manager responded, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into ce in his mind. Dn clearly wanted him to ensure that Miss Jones was treated with the utmost respect and made to look exceptionally good in front of everyone. It was evident that the Reed and Delgado families had deeply offended Miss Jones, and Dn was now stepping in decisively on her behalf, ready to deliver consequences.

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