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    Yvonne was visibly upset. “I don’t know! They said we’re on their cklist. Can you believe that?”


    Everything had seemed fine during the reservation process. Then, out of nowhere, they were cklisted—no exnation, no warning.


    “What now?” Mack and Liza looked lost.


    “What else can we do?” Moss snapped impatiently. “You think you can talk them into letting us back in? Go home!”


    His face darkened as he turned to Yvonne. “Make sure to take care of our babies.”


    “Understood,” Yvonne murmured, forcing a smile as her heart clenched. She knew all too well that if it weren’t for the twins she was carrying, Moss could have treated her worse. She wasn’t expecting kindness from a man who’d kicked his first wife and impotent son away without remorse.


    For a brief second, Yvonne actually regretted going after Christina. Everything she’d done had backfired. But the regret was fleeting. The bitterness quickly twisted into rage, and all of it was aimed at Christina. If it weren’t for Christina, none of this would’ve happened, and she wouldn’t be in this humiliating mess.


    Mack and Liza exchanged nces. Their hearts ached for their daughter, but all they could offer was a few soft words offort. They had nothing left—no power, no influence. Only the twins in Yvonne’s womb mattered now. Those babies were…


    Theirst hope, and they had to protect them at all costs. Moss was older than both Mack and Liza, yet he’d married their daughter without an ounce of care or respect, and that left a bitter taste in their mouths. But now, with their livelihood hanging on him, they had no choice but to swallow their pride and quietly endure.


    As the group was being turned away at the entrance of Morfort Restaurant, the manager unexpectedly appeared at the door of the private room reserved by the Miller family.


    “Miss Jones, this is a bottle of exclusive vintage wine from our boss,” the restaurant manager said with the utmost respect, presenting the bottle with both hands.


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    The Miller family turned to Christina, stunned. That bottle wasn’t just rare—it was the kind of wine money alone couldn’t buy. Even with all their wealth and connections, the Millers could only dream of tasting it. And now, the owner of Morfort Restaurant had sent it to Christina. It seemed they were quite close.


    Davina’s lips curled into a knowing smile, as if she’d just stumbled upon some secret. Dn was the owner of Morfort Restaurant. Not only had he noticed that Christina was dining here, but he’d sent over a bottle of his most prized wine just for her.


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    “Please convey my gratitude to your boss,” Christina said politely, pretending like she wasn’t familiar with the owner of Morfort Restaurant at all.


    The manager beamed. “Absolutely. I hope you enjoy your meal. If you need anything—anything at all—don’t hesitate to let me know. There’ll be two dishes on the house for your table as a personal gesture.”


    With that, the manager bowed slightly and walked out of the room. His boss had personally instructed him to send a bottle of exclusive vintage wine to Miss Jones. Chances were that she might marry his boss. Naturally, she deserved only the best.


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