?Chapter 1207:


    “Wow, you really are important! The manager is waiting personally to greet you,” Davina remarked, even before they exited the car, her sharp eyes catching the scene.


    Allison, with her foreign appearance, carried herself with effortless elegance and charm.


    At Davina’s words, she looked at Christina in surprise.


    “Christina, is the manager of Morfort Restaurant here to greet you, Christina?”


    “Exactly! Nobodyes close to your mentor,” Davina said, grinning with unmistakable pride.


    Leaning in, she dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Word is, she’s going to be the boss’s wife at Morfort Restaurant.”


    Allison’s eyes grew round with wonder. “Really?” Her gaze darted to Christina, her admiration only deepening.


    She remembered herst visit to Morfort—none of Lorbridge’s high society ever got that kind of treatment.


    So, all along, Christina would be the boss’s wife.


    “But you can’t tell anyone, alright? This is top secret.” Davina nodded, lowering her voice even further.


    “My lips are sealed, I promise!” Allison nodded enthusiastically, her excitement bubbling over.


    Theposure she usually wore melted away, reced by a bright, almost childlike excitement. Allison wanted to know everything about Christina.


    They climbed out of the car together.


    In a blink, Allison pulled her poise back on like a tailored jacket, standing tall and self-assured, every bit the polished professional.


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    Nobody watching would ever guess that, behind closed doors, she could be so cute—or that she’d pester Christina for extra lessons at every chance.


    The moment Christina came into view, the manager’s entire demeanor shifted. He rushed forward, beaming, and greeted her with a deep, respectful bow.


    “Ladies! We’re honored to have you.”


    Everyone in the restaurant knew the unspoken rule—the boss’s girlfriend preferred discretion. No introductions, just quiet elegance.


    Even so, the staff’s deference did not go unnoticed. All eyes seemed to follow as the manager treated the trio with an almost reverent respect.


    “Who are they? I’ve never seen the manager act like this. He looks starstruck!”


    “That’s Allison, the designer everyone talks about. But her mentor—the woman at the center—she’s supposed to be even more impressive.”


    “Seriously? I didn’t realize Dorfield was hiding someone like her. How did I miss that?”


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