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    Jessica hadn’t expected them to be this shameless. “Do I need to remind you that your boyfriends are standing right there?”


    “If you’re interested, we can switch,” N said, lifting an eyebrow yfully. “I only started dating mine this morning.”


    “Not happening.” Jessica’s voice was sharp and final.


    “Just because you’re not up for it doesn’t mean your fake boyfriend agrees,” N said, her eyes locked on Melvin. “Ten grand—just be my boyfriend tonight.”


    Jessica’s temper red.


    Before she could speak, Melvin stepped forward, his tone cial. “Do I look like someone who needs ten grand?”


    Silence.


    No—he absolutely didn’t. Even the outfit he wore wasn’t something just anyone could afford.


    “Let me officially introduce him—this is my boyfriend, Melvin Swain,” Jessica said, hoping to put an end to the circus. “We’re heading in for dinner now, so that’s that.”


    “Hold on a sec,” N called out.


    Jessica and Melvin stopped.


    “Didn’t your boyfriend say he’d treat us all to dinner in there?” N clearly had her sights set on dining at Amara Kitchen—it wasn’t just food, it was prestige.


    “He said he’d meet you all at the entrance. He never said anything about dinner,” Jessica replied on Melvin’s behalf.


    Nughed behind her hand, sounding far too entertained. “Maybe he doesn’t know any better, but you should. You know where Amara is. You really think just anyone can stroll into a ce like that?”


    “Maybe it’s hard for you, but for my boyfriend, walking in is no big deal,” Jessica said sweetly, her sarcasm sharp enough to cut.


    “Then prove it!” one of the women scoffed. None of them seemed convinced.


    “dly.” Seeing the smug looks on their faces, Jessica could already picture the shock waiting to hit them. “Melvin, let’s go.”


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    Melvin gently took her hand. “Alright.”


    The rest stayed behind, clearly expecting some kind of drama.


    Sure, Jessica came from money—but Amara wasn’t the kind of ce you just waltzed into. They weren’t that gullible.


    While they whispered among themselves, waiting for a scene, Melvin approached the entrance and calmly gave his name.


    After a quick check, the staff weed them with a polite smile and personally escorted them inside.


    No fuss. No trouble. Everything was smooth as silk.


    Everyone stood there exchanging puzzled nces, each silently wondering how Melvin and Jessica had managed to walk in so easily.


    “Can Jessica even book a table here these days?” N whispered to the girl beside her.


    “No chance,” herpanion muttered, eyes fixed on Melvin and Jessica’s retreating figures with growing interest. “Amara’s fully booked for the next three years. If you call today, you’ll be dining there three years from now.”


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