Chapter 441


    Mirabe arched an eyebrow ever so slightly as she moved forward, only to be startled by the sound of


    a thud behind her, followed by a rather pitiful yelp. She paused for a moment,nguidly turning her


    head, but all she could see was the smiling face of the restaurant manager standing behind her, his


    towering frame blocking everything else from view.


    “Can I do anything for you?” the manager asked, his voice a blend of deference and warmth.


    Mirabe touched the tip of her nose, gave him a two–second nce, and replied, “No, nothing.”


    The manager’s smile did not waver. A chorus of grumbling came from behind him, which he seemed to


    ignorepletely.


    Mirabe tilted her head with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, then shifted her gaze away and walked


    towards her booth.


    Back at the table, Zach had nearly finished his meal and looked up at his sister. “Took you a while in


    the restroom, huh?”


    Mirabe picked up her fork again and started eating as she spoke, “Ran into someone I know.”


    “Someone you know? A ssmate?” Zach casually wiped his mouth with a napkin.


    She shook her head, offering no further exnation. After all, bringing up the Gilbert family hardly


    seemed worthwhile.


    Once Mirabe had walked away, the restaurant manager’s smile vanished as quickly as it had


    appeared, and he headed back to the front desk to attend to the


    cashier.


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    Mandy emerged from the restroom at a snail’s pace, her walk noticeably awkward. She hadn’t


    expected such bad luck today. She had finally snagged a reservation at this upscale eatery, only to slip


    and fall in the restroom. Though not many saw, it was still a blow to her dignity. And the spot where she


    fell still throbbed with pain.


    Mandy took a deep, silent breath, maintaining a poised and polite smile as she


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    approached her circle of well–heeled friends.


    Two restaurant staff stood near their seats, engaged in some discussion just as Mandy approached.


    “Mrs. Gilbert, didn’t you say you were a member here?” one of her high–society friends asked with a


    frown.


    Mandy was clueless about what had transpired. She nodded, “Yes, I am.”


    “Then why does the manager tell us our reservation wasn’t sessful and we need to leave?”


    At this, Mandy’s brow furrowed. She turned to the restaurant manager standing beside her and


    protested, “That’s impossible. I have a text confirming our reservation, and when we entered, your staff


    checked and seated us here.” She quickly pulled out her phone and showed the confirmation text.


    The manager nced at it and dismissively dered, “I’m sorry, but that message is outdated, and


    your membership doesn’t meet our restaurant’s standards anymore. It’s been canceled.”


    Mandy’s head buzzed with disbelief. “How does my membership not meet the standards? Why was it


    canceled?”


    With that attitude toward Mirabe, did she believe she was worthy of the establishment’s


    membership? Dream on.


    The manager’s lips pressed together, his impatience evident as he said, “I’m afraid you’ll need to find


    another restaurant.”


    Mandy trembled with fury at his attitude. She nced at her three friends, whose family backgrounds


    and husbands‘ status were at least on par with, if not superior to, the Gilbert family. They had finally


    managed to get together for a meal to bond, and now this scene had unfolded. Where did that leave


    their pride, and what would they think of her?


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