Chapter 47


    Hearing Catherine’s question, Branden surprisingly didn’t get upset as he usually would. Instead, he


    responded with a faint smile.


    “It belongs to Triston,” he exined to Catherine.


    With those words, Catherine instantly understood. The Lamberts were notcking in money, so if


    Triston opened a barbecue restaurant, it would likely satisfy her appetite.


    It meant the restaurant wouldn’t cut corners with low-quality ingredients, so everything here must be


    decent.


    Catherine pondered this and suddenly felt her appetite whetted.


    Once she had the thought, she was determined to try the international barbecue restaurant.


    Catherine instructed Paxton, who was in the driver’s seat, “Pull over to the side!”


    Paxton obediently followed her order and pulled over to the side. After all, his boss hadn’t uttered a


    word throughout, which meant he should listen to Miss Swann.


    After the car came to a stop, Catherine instinctively opened the door and got out, following the scent of


    barbecue.


    Her sense of smell was particrly keen, allowing her to locate the barbecue restaurant simply by


    following the aroma.


    Upon reaching the entrance and seeing the long queue, Catherine furrowed her brow.


    She enjoyed eating, but she didn’t like waiting in line. If she had to wait in line, she would rather not eat.


    Turning around, she noticed Branden following behind.


    Observing her slightly furrowed brow, Branden calmly asked, “What’s wrong?”


    Catherine didn’t respond, but her eyes focused on the long queue.


    In the next second, Branden immediately understood what was on her mind.


    Paxton, who was standing behind them, quickly approached and rejoined Branden’s side within a few


    seconds.


    Growing impatient, Catherine was about to leave. As she turned around, Branden suddenly grabbed


    her hand.


    Before Catherine could react, Branden pulled her towards the upper floor.


    The waitress led the way, so they didn’t have to walt in line and could go straight to the second floor.


    Some people in line noticed them, thought it was unfair, and approached the waitress to argue. “Why


    don’t they have to wait in line? We have to!” they shouted.


    All the staff in the restaurant were professionals hired from five-star hotels. They smiled at the


    disgruntled customer, speaking gently and patiently, “Sorry, sir, these customers ahead of you are our


    top VIPS, so they can enjoy special services on the second floor and don’t need to wait in line!”


    The customer expressed dissatisfaction and pouted, asking, “Is it all about money? How do I be a


    top VIP? Tell me! I want to be one too.”


    The waitress remained polite and replied, “There are two ways. One is to be a restaurant


    shareholder, which automatically upgrades you to a top VIP. The other is to have an annual


    expenditure of ten million, and you can also be upgraded to a top VIP. Which option would you like to


    proceed with?”


    Who in their right mind would be a restaurant shareholder just for a meal? Not to mention


    spending ten million! Was that a joke?


    The waitress effectively halted the arrogant customer with her words, and the people behind also


    quieted down, as meeting those conditions wasn’t something an ordinary person could


    Unlike the bustling noise on the first floor, the second floor of the barbecue restaurant had a serene


    atmosphere. It was filled with the rich and spicy aroma of barbecue, without a hint of greasiness.


    Triston specially opened this ce to host his friends, and it was usually empty.


    After all, he opened this barbecue restaurant for pleasure but not to make money.


    After taking their seats, Paxton handed the menu to Branden, who then passed it to Catherine.


    Catherine didn’t hesitate and quickly ordered whatever she liked on the menu.


    She then passed it back to Branden, who didn’t add anything else since she had already ordered a


    variety of items.


    Unlike others who opted for mild sauce, Catherine chose the extra spicy one.


    She enjoyed strong vors, believing that barbecue had to be spicy enough to make one sweat.


    Paxton looked at the barbecue with the spicy sauce served on the table and swallowed silently,


    recalling that his boss seemed to…


    He was about to remind Branden, but a single nce from Branden made him understand that he


    shouldn’t say a word.


    The barbecue was brought to the table, and its enticing aroma filled the air. Catherine ced the meat,


    vegetables, and sauce on her te.


    The quality of the ingredients and sauce determined the authenticity of international barbecue.


    The dishes at this barbecue restaurant looked impressive, resembling what Ronin had prepared for her


    in the past.


    After eating for a while, Catherine noticed Branden hadn’t touched anything, which surprised her.


    She looked up at Branden, whose expression remained impassive. However, he started speaking a bit


    more than usual.


    “Aren’t you eating?”


    “I am!”


    Branden replied, putting a piece of meat with extra spicy sauce into his mouth. His expression


    remained calm, without any change.


    Catherine nced at him and quietly shook her head, thinking that someone like him probably wouldn’t


    show any different expression even when dining in a Michelin-starred restaurant. He seemed to know


    nothing about food.


    After a while, more people starteding to the second floor.


    Triston was also present in the barbecue restaurant with some friends. He wasn’t interested in


    Michelin-starred restaurants but loved barbecue, so he hired a chef and opened his own restaurant.


    They were all trust fund babies, and some of them had spotted Branden.


    Seeing the table in the corner, someone patted Triston’s shoulder and said in a surprised tone, “Triston,


    isn’t that Mr. Duncan from the Duncans?”


    Triston squinted and looked at his friend, giving a faint smile. “Don’t try to fool me! That’s impossible.


    Branden doesn’t eat barbecue at all. Stop talking nonsense.’


    But another friend eximed with a serious expression, “Triston, it really is Mr. Duncan!”


    “I’ll go and see. If it’s not him, I’lle back and p your ass!” Triston dered fiercely. However,


    when he turned around, he was instantly stunned.


    He rubbed his eyes and realized that the person sitting in the corner was indeed Branden, and at the


    table next to him sat Paxton with a stoic expression.


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    It was Branden! This was unbelievable!


    Triston quickly left his group of friends and approached Branden.


    Branden was known for his aloof demeanor and was difficult to approach. While Triston’s friends


    desired to befriend him, they didn’t have the courage to do so. Offending him would make their lives


    miserable.


    After approaching and getting a clear view, Triston discovered that it wasn’t just Branden alone, but a


    girl was sitting across from him.


    The girl faced the other side, so he couldn’t see her face.


    Filled with curiosity, Triston noticed Branden calmly chewing on a piece of meat covered in spicy sauce.


    Unable to contain his surprise any longer, he eximed, “Branden, I thought you couldn’t handle spicy


    food!”


    Hearing the voice, Catherine looked up at Branden, who continued to calmly chew his food. She


    furrowed her brows slightly.


    He couldn’t handle spicy food, but here he was eating barbecue covered in spicy sauce with her. What


    was this man up to?