Divorced, But Queen - Chapter 100: Chapter 100
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The waitress looked like she was on the verge of tears and quickly turned away to make a phone call.
Not long after, a woman descended the stairs, her every step exuding elegance. She wore an elegant gown, and her makeup was flawless, drawing everyone's attention.
Her hair was styled in an intricate updo, revealing her porcelain-like neck. The slight curve at the corner of her eyes added a touch of allure to her appearance.
"What seems to be the issue here?" The woman was none other than Cloe Woods, the 31-year-old single and wealthy owner of Navoron Restaurant.
The moment Cloe appeared, Amanda could clearly sense Kim's mood shift, his aura growing colder.
Puzzled, she kept her observations discreet, quietly studying the scene.
The lobby grew increasingly crowded as more people gathered, their whispers and curious glances turning the situation into a spectacle.
Hannah cast a quick glance at Cloe, her disdain evident. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, subtly positioning herself in front of Liam. "We reserved the Golden Premier Suite of Navoron Restaurant in advance, yet your staff gave it away without consulting us."
Cloe gave the waitress a nonchalant glance. "What happened exactly?"
The waitress wiped her tears and said, "Ms. Woods, I followed the rules. You said anyone with the First-class VIP Card could use the Golden Premier Suite without restrictions. Besides, it's only six-thirty—there's still half an hour before we officially open."
Cloe fixed her eyes on her. "You're sure about this?"
The waitress nodded. "Absolutely sure."
Cloe's lips curved into a faint smile as she turned to the group. "Sorry, ladies and gentlemen. The Golden Premier Suite doesn't open until seven. Mind waiting another half hour?"
Faced with the rules, Hannah didn't press further but asked coldly, "Waiting half an hour is fine, but the suite only opens once a day. If someone else is using it during our reserved time, does that mean we have to give it up?"
Cloe crossed her arms. "That's exactly how it works."
Hannah said with restrained anger, "I don't think we deserve such treatment."
Cloe said, "Do you remember when Navoron Restaurant first opened, I mentioned that the Golden Premier Suite was designed for a very special guest?"
A few customers nodded. "Yes, you did."
Cloe's smile deepened. "And I also said that while the Golden Premier Suite is open for public reservations, if this special guest shows up with the First-class VIP Card, the suite must be vacated for them, no matter who reserved it. Isn't that right?"
Liam nodded firmly. "Yes."
Navoron Restaurant had only issued ten VIP Cards in total, and in the nine years since its opening, only five had been given out.
Four of those cards were accounted for, but the First-class VIP Card had never been seen.
The rules of Navoron Restaurant were publicly known, and most people assumed the First-class VIP Card was just a marketing gimmick, never actually distributed.
Who would've thought the holder of this elusive card would show up today?
The crowd erupted in whispers, their curiosity reaching a fever pitch.
Hannah's face stiffened, her eyes glinting with coldness.
Liam gently took her hand to soothe her. "Ms. Woods, we respect the rules and won't break them. We just need to see the First-class VIP Card with our own eyes."
Suspicion brewed in his heart as he thought, 'Nine years without a trace, and now it shows up the moment we arrive?'
Cloe nodded. "Alright, I'll go ask the guests if they're willing to let us verify the First-class VIP Card."
"What if the First-class VIP Card has always been in your possession, Ms. Woods?" someone asked.
"Exactly. We need to meet the guests," another chimed in.
"Let us meet them," a third voice insisted.
Cloe didn't agree immediately. "I'll need to check with the guests first."
"Alright," came the response.
As Cloe turned, her gaze landed on two stunning young women who had just entered her line of sight.
The waitress quickly stepped forward. "Ms. Woods, the ones holding the First-class VIP Card and requesting the Golden Premier Suite are them."
Not long after, a woman descended the stairs, her every step exuding elegance. She wore an elegant gown, and her makeup was flawless, drawing everyone's attention.
Her hair was styled in an intricate updo, revealing her porcelain-like neck. The slight curve at the corner of her eyes added a touch of allure to her appearance.
"What seems to be the issue here?" The woman was none other than Cloe Woods, the 31-year-old single and wealthy owner of Navoron Restaurant.
The moment Cloe appeared, Amanda could clearly sense Kim's mood shift, his aura growing colder.
Puzzled, she kept her observations discreet, quietly studying the scene.
The lobby grew increasingly crowded as more people gathered, their whispers and curious glances turning the situation into a spectacle.
Hannah cast a quick glance at Cloe, her disdain evident. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, subtly positioning herself in front of Liam. "We reserved the Golden Premier Suite of Navoron Restaurant in advance, yet your staff gave it away without consulting us."
Cloe gave the waitress a nonchalant glance. "What happened exactly?"
The waitress wiped her tears and said, "Ms. Woods, I followed the rules. You said anyone with the First-class VIP Card could use the Golden Premier Suite without restrictions. Besides, it's only six-thirty—there's still half an hour before we officially open."
Cloe fixed her eyes on her. "You're sure about this?"
The waitress nodded. "Absolutely sure."
Cloe's lips curved into a faint smile as she turned to the group. "Sorry, ladies and gentlemen. The Golden Premier Suite doesn't open until seven. Mind waiting another half hour?"
Faced with the rules, Hannah didn't press further but asked coldly, "Waiting half an hour is fine, but the suite only opens once a day. If someone else is using it during our reserved time, does that mean we have to give it up?"
Cloe crossed her arms. "That's exactly how it works."
Hannah said with restrained anger, "I don't think we deserve such treatment."
Cloe said, "Do you remember when Navoron Restaurant first opened, I mentioned that the Golden Premier Suite was designed for a very special guest?"
A few customers nodded. "Yes, you did."
Cloe's smile deepened. "And I also said that while the Golden Premier Suite is open for public reservations, if this special guest shows up with the First-class VIP Card, the suite must be vacated for them, no matter who reserved it. Isn't that right?"
Liam nodded firmly. "Yes."
Navoron Restaurant had only issued ten VIP Cards in total, and in the nine years since its opening, only five had been given out.
Four of those cards were accounted for, but the First-class VIP Card had never been seen.
The rules of Navoron Restaurant were publicly known, and most people assumed the First-class VIP Card was just a marketing gimmick, never actually distributed.
Who would've thought the holder of this elusive card would show up today?
The crowd erupted in whispers, their curiosity reaching a fever pitch.
Hannah's face stiffened, her eyes glinting with coldness.
Liam gently took her hand to soothe her. "Ms. Woods, we respect the rules and won't break them. We just need to see the First-class VIP Card with our own eyes."
Suspicion brewed in his heart as he thought, 'Nine years without a trace, and now it shows up the moment we arrive?'
Cloe nodded. "Alright, I'll go ask the guests if they're willing to let us verify the First-class VIP Card."
"What if the First-class VIP Card has always been in your possession, Ms. Woods?" someone asked.
"Exactly. We need to meet the guests," another chimed in.
"Let us meet them," a third voice insisted.
Cloe didn't agree immediately. "I'll need to check with the guests first."
"Alright," came the response.
As Cloe turned, her gaze landed on two stunning young women who had just entered her line of sight.
The waitress quickly stepped forward. "Ms. Woods, the ones holding the First-class VIP Card and requesting the Golden Premier Suite are them."
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