Soon, a beautiful woman in a suit led us into the private room.


    The private room was indeed impressive. It was spacious, well-equipped, and even had arge fridge stocked with free drinks and mineral water.


    Clem smiled sweetly. "Would you like to order any additional dishes? If not, we will begin serving from the pre-ordered menu."


    "Pre-ordered dishes?"


    Upon hearing this, Mrs. Brown immediately grew dissatisfied and pped the table. "Louis, I have to say something. Since you invited us, we should be the ones ordering. How can you pre-order the dishes? How do you know what we like or don''t like?"


    Her cousins echoed, "Exactly. I''m quite picky about food. At the very least, you should let me order the pork schnitzel. I won''t eat if it''s not served."


    He turned red with embarrassment, about to speak, but Clem quickly interjected.


    "Dear guests, you may not be aware of our restaurant''s dining policy. We operate on an advanced ordering system, as all our ingredients must be pre-ordered a day in advance and flown in from abroad to ensure freshness. If the dishes aren''t pre-ordered, you won''t have the fresh seafood today."


    "Oh, I see!"


    Mrs. Brown finally understood. "Why didn''t you say so earlier? I misunderstood." She covered her mouth andughed. "So it''s all imported! How extravagant!"


    Louis chuckled. "As long as you enjoy the meal."


    Once Clem left, they immediately began chatting excitedly.


    "Just now, downstairs, the manager refused to give us the private room. I thought their rules were stringent, but it''s nothing special."


    "It''s all thanks to Louis! We wouldn''t have gotten this room if it weren''t for him."


    "Exactly! The manager even said that they were expecting VIP guests, and among us, the highest profile person is Louis. Who else would they amodate if not him?"


    ttered by the praise, Louis puffed out his chest and said, "I never told you, but my dad actually knows the owner of this hotel. That manager probably recognized me, so he


    changed his mind."


    I nearly spit out my tea upon hearing this. It was one thing for others to


    misunderstand, but for him to be unaware of his own worth—and still dare to


    boast-was truly audacious.


    Soon, the food was served.


    I had to admit that Louis really spent some money to treat Veronica. He ordered tworge lobsters and a heap of fresh salmon and tuna. This meal alone would cost three to four thousand, a high standard for a coffege student.


    But then, Clem returned with two waiters, and they carried arge porcin tter emitting steam: "This is a special dish prepared by is


    our manager for you, the Dragon Pce. Please enjoy."


    The "Dragon Pce" disyed various premium seafood, representing 36 types of seafood.


    I had had it once before. There were only a few good items, many just shellfish fillers.


    But the group had never seen anything like it, and as soon as the tter was ced on the table, they all gasped and started taking pictures with their phones.


    Clem smiled faintly, but there was a clear look of disdain in her eyes.