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    Elena’s gaze turned ice-cold. “This is apetition venue. Every guest should be treated with the same respect,” she said firmly.


    The manager barely spared Elena a nce, clearly unimpressed. In his mind, if it weren’t for thispetition, a woman like her wouldn’t have dreamed of setting foot inside Yasmine Springs Retreat.


    The manager’s voice turned sharp. “Not all guests are equal. Thisdy is Miss Garrett’s friend. Who the heck are you two? You should be grateful we’re even letting you sit here.”


    The manager had already dealt with too many people today who didn’t belong in a high-ss ce like this. They reeked of poverty. Honestly, people like them should feel lucky just to step inside.


    In the manager’s eyes, Elena and Monica were exactly the type—ordering the priciest items without even blinking, as if they could afford them. The caviar alone was flown in by private jet. A single spoonful probably cost more than what they made in an entire year.


    Monica let out augh. “Damn,pdogs really do copy their owners. You’re just a manager—a glorified waiter—and yet you act like you’re royalty.”


    The manager smirked, snapping his fingers for the staff to clear their table. Monica’s appetite was long gone. She shot the manager a re. “Get me the owner. Now.”


    The manager shot Monica a contemptuous look. “This ce belongs to Mr. Garrett. You can’t just demand to see him on a whim. If you refuse to cooperate, I’ll have you escorted out by force if necessary.”


    Escorted out by force? Elena smirked as she pulled out her phone. With a casual flick, she dialed Kason’s number. “Mr. Garrett, do you have a moment to meet?”


    On the other end, Kason asked, “Where are you?”


    Elena gave him the address—and as luck would have it, Kason was already at the Yasmine Springs Retreat.


    Monica crossed her arms, irritation bubbling as she retorted, “You all act so high and mighty, looking down on others. Just wait. Mr. Garrett will be here soon.”


    “Oh, please. I’ll eat shit if that was really Mr. Garrett on the phone,” Yvette said, clearly doubting Elena had actually called Kason.


    Everyone knew Kason wasn’t a man who could be summoned at will. He spent most of his time with the military, rarely making public appearances, and certainly didn’te running at any woman’s request.


    Elena raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?” She didn’t force Yvette to say anything. Yvette had made that im all on her own.


    Unshaken, Yvette folded her arms and smirked. “Oh, please. Do you think I’ll fall for that? If Mr. Garrett actually shows up, I’ll eat shit. Otherwise, you—”


    Elena cut her off smoothly. “No need for conditions. You might want to start preparing.”


    In less than three minutes, Kason stepped into the fourth-floor restaurant. Yvette stiffened. “You are bluffing. There is no way Mr. Garrett would actuallye…”


    Yvette turned around. The moment her eyesnded on Kason approaching, her confident expression crumbled. Kason! How was this even possible? She blinked rapidly, half convinced her mind was ying tricks on her. But when she opened her eyes, Kason was still approaching.


    Clearly relishing the moment, Monica teased, “So, where are you nning to dine? I’ll record the whole thing and make you an overnight inte star.”


    Yvette’s face twisted with anger.


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