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    She couldn’t make it make sense. Was Torrie really implying she and her brother deserved it?


    Torrie turned with a stare that could cut ss. “I mean you deserved the beating.”


    The crowd went dead quiet, stunned beyond words.


    They exchanged bewildered nces, murmuring in confusion, trying to piece together the impossible scene unfolding before them.


    No one had ever seen the manager of Morfort take sides so tantly. She hadn’t even reviewed the security footage. She’d made her judgment in an instant, without a hint of ambiguity.


    Were Christina and Davina connected to her? Family, perhaps? If this was pure favoritism, wasn’t she afraid of the owner’s wrath?


    “Torrie, what the hell is this?” Conrad snapped, his face pale with fury. “We’re the ones who were attacked! Why are you defending them?”


    If not for Morfort’s formidable reputation, he wouldn’t have bothered showing a shred of respect to someone he considered a mere employee.


    “You brought this upon yourselves,” Torrie replied, her voice icy.


    “If I’m being honest, I’m more concerned that our VIP might have hurt her hand striking trash like you.”


    Her gaze was sharp with disbelief. How dare they question the stature of Morfort Restaurant’s honored guests?


    Christina was under the personal protection of her boss himself—a directive that demanded the highest level of respect. These fools had no idea who they were truly dealing with.


    With that firm deration, Torrie made the hierarchy unmistakably clear. Christina and Davina were Morfort’s VIPs.


    A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, the air thickening with tension.


    And just like that, everyone understood why Torrie had been so deferential.


    Whoever these two were, they had to be someone of real importance if even Torrie was bending over backward for them. Torrie practically hung onto their every word, treating their opinions like they werew.


    Your escape begins with ga ln ov els .


    “VIPs?” Conrad’s voice rose in disbelief as he pointed at Christina and Davina. “They’re the VIPs?”


    To him, they were pretty but looked utterly ordinary—simply dressed, no visible jewelry, nothing that screamed wealth or influence. How could they possibly warrant such status?


    People who earned that kind of respect were supposed to be elite, powerful figures. But to Conrad, these two didn’t evene close to fitting that image.


    The manager didn’t bother to argue. Her tone turned frigid as she delivered the final blow. “Starting today, Morfort Restaurant hereby cklists you and your family.”


    “The Murray family, huh?” she added, recalling their earlier introduction so she wouldn’t have to look it up. “Effective immediately, the Murrays are cklisted. Not one of you is allowed inside Morfort Restaurant ever again.”


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