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    The thought alone sent her heart fluttering. A flush crept into her cheeks, and her posture straightened as anticipation shimmered in her eyes.

    The Delgado family rose to their feet in unison, standing stiffly, afraid to speak, reading the gravity of the moment.

    Then, with amanding voice that cut through the tension, the manager announced, “Effective immediately, the Reed family and the Delgado family are banned from the Morfort Restaurant.”

    “What sort of a joke is this?” the Reeds and Delgados echoed, their faces drained of color as they stared at the manager, stunned and utterly speechless. The other diners were just as stunned, caught off guard by the sudden spectacle.

    “What could they have done to offend the Morfort Restaurant? Being cklisted here is no joke. The Reed Group’s stock might nosedive after this.”

    “There are a thousand ways to dig your own grave. Maybe they picked the loudest one. Seriously, to offend this ce and still have the audacity to show up? That’s bold—borderline suicidal.”

    “Maybe it was unintentional. They must have slipped up after they got here. No way they’d have been allowed to reserve a table otherwise.”

    The room buzzed with whispers and sideways nces, diners eagerly leaning in, watching the drama unfold like an opera ying out in real time.

    Thea, who had been lost in her fantasy moments before, snapped back with a jolt. Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to ask, “But we didn’t break any rules—why would we be banned?”

    The manager’s eyes narrowed, his tone like a de. “How dare you question our decision?”

    The Reeds and Delgados stiffened, the weight of the manager’s authority pressing down on them like stone. A creeping fear crawled up their spines—this was no ordinary reprimand.

    “S-sorry! Sir, my daughter didn’t mean any disrespect. Please forgive her,” Grant stammered, bowing slightly in a panic. He had no clue what sin they hadmitted against the Morfort Restaurant, but one thing was certain—antagonizing them any further could spell ruin for the entire Reed family. Everyone had heard the whispers: the mysterious young master of Morfort Restaurant was no man to cross—ruthless, calcting, and terrifyingly powerful. If they had offended him, their downfall wouldn’t be a matter of if, but when.

    And yet, for all his scrambling thoughts, Grant couldn’t piece together what mistake they had made.

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    “Leave. Now,” the manager said, his face dark with displeasure.

    The Reeds and Delgados stood frozen, shame rising like fire in their cheeks. All around them, curious eyes watched with barely concealed amusement. Some onlookers even smirked, savoring the public downfall of two once-proud families. It was humiliation in its purest form.

    But they dared not protest—not against the Morfort name. They swallowed their pride, their anger locked behind tight jaws.

    “Sir, please, at least tell us what we did wrong,” Grant said again, his voice low and trembling.

    The manager shot Grant a cold look. “Your big mistake was crossing someone you shouldn’t have crossed.”

    The Reeds and the Delgados exchanged puzzled nces, unsure what he meant. When exactly had they upset anyone important?

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