GoodReadChapter 69:Colton was fuming.
Just wait! Melany's expression reflected her frustration.
Being called trash was an insult that stung both of them.
However, Melany did not dare to confront Rebecca, the only daughter of the Green family.
He had embarrassed himself enough for one day and he didn't want to add more disgrace to his record at this
restaurant.
Colton, don't let it get to you.
It's not worth losing your cool over this.
It's just a project.
Let's all take a breath and calm down, Melany intervened, trying to play peacemaker.
Plus, Colton and | were planning to have dinner in the VIP room now.
We don't have tfor this nonsense.
Excuse us.
He linked his arm with Colton's and motioned to the waiter.
Waiter, this way! We would like to book a private room on the top floor.
Jasmine Restaurant was famous for its stunning garden and luxurious atmosphere.
The establishment had racked up numerous awards for its design, and the private room on the top floor offered
stunning views of the entire garden, truly the crown jewel of the restaurant.
Colton cast a quick glance at the two women, ready to take Melany.
Melany, con.
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There is no tto waste.
But when the waiter approached, he seemed uneasy.
Mr.
Stevens, | apologize, but you could use a room on the second floor.
The upper floor is full.
I'm so sorry for the inconvenience.
" After delivering this news, he turned to Allison and Rebecca.
These two ladies had already made a reservation, according to our system.
No one had anticipated meeting here.
Colton, seething with anger, couldn't believe he was being denied something.
that he wanted, even after offering to pay.
He took out his silver VIP card from his wallet.
I am an annual member.
It's really something you can't manage.
The waiter's expression beceven more worried.
| sincerely apologize, sir.
Our policy states that once a room is reserved, we cannot reassign it.
Melany cast a helpless look at Allison.
I'm sorry, Allison.
Colton just wanted to make this a special evening for me.
How about you let us have the suite? We'll pay whatever you ask for.
His tone was sweet, but the underlying challenge was unmistakable.
You're always so understanding.
You sure wouldn't want to ruin our date, right? Colton scoffed.
Why Worry About Money We're silver members, which means we're more valuable than these bums.
You two can find another place.
We'll take the top floor room.
The waiter, sensing the escalating tension, looked at Allison and Rebecca.
Ladies, we also have a lovely window seat available, with a beautiful view of the swans.
The air is fresher there, and we might offer complimentary foie gras and caviar.
They would consider changingRebecca clicked her tongue, annoyed.
Stop trying to sell it to me.
We booked the room first, and | don't see what's so special about a silver card.
Everyone has one.
As she was rummaging through her purse, she suddenly realized with a jolt that she had left her wallet at home.
Damn... | forgot.
Rebecca murmured.
There was an awkward silence.
Taking advantage of the moment, Melany smiled with satisfaction.
Rebeca, you don't need to put on a show if you don't have one.
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Here we are all friends.
Nobody is going to make fun of you.
After all, it's hard to get into this place.
Being a member requires spending at least one million and an invitation from the restaurant itself.
It's not as simple as it seems.
It seemed that the young woman from the Green family was not as impressive as she expected.
Colton showed a smug expression as he added: If you don't have the card, | suggest you find another table while
you can.
You could even lose the window seat if you wait.
His arrogance was palpable; He was confident in his advantage.
The Jazmin restaurant had originally served as a private dining room for a select group of powerful people, and
little by little it becan exclusive establishment for members.
For those in the know, food and the garden were secondary; the true value lay in the contacts forged within
those walls.
Colton had inherited his grandfather's card, and he was sure that a young woman like Rebecca, despite her
pedigree, would not have access.
Rebecca, never one to back down, put eyes rolled back.
You're underestimating me.
He took out his phone and started to call someone to bring him the card.
"I'm not going to back down," he declared.
But before he could make the call, Allison put a reassuring hand on his arm.
We won't make things difficult for you.
Bring your manager here, Allison said, turning to the waiter.
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