Chapter 1319
Eunice polished off her steak with refined grace and took a delicate sip of her red wine. "Be, darling,
I''m just going to freshen up."
"Sure thing."
Arabe eyed the feast still sprawled across the table. Mr. Morrison had been overly generous, bringing
them seven or eight dishes in quick session. There was no way the two of them could finish it all.
Just then, Serena strode into the restaurant and immediately spotted Arabe by the window.
The humiliation she had endured earlier on Style za was burning inside her, propelling her on her
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stilettos straight toward Arabe.
But before she could get far, a polite interruption came from the staff.
"Excuse me, miss, do you have a reservation?" the waiter inquired with a courteous tone.
"I know her; Serena said haughtily, nodding toward the woman sitting by the window.
The waiter recognized the quest as Ms. Be, Mrs. Griffith''s niece. Did this girl know her? Seeing they
were of a simr age, perhaps they were friends.
“Would you like me to bring another chair?"
"No need, I just have a word with her and then I''ll leave"
As Serena approached Arabe, she took note of the surroundings. Arabe''s seat was conveniently
obscured from the nearest surveince camera by a structural column, and the cameras in the distance
didn''t seem to cover this angle either.
The other tables were far enough not to eavesdrop, and the waiters, busy clearing the remnants of a
sumptuous meal, paid them no mind.
It was a quiet hour with only a few patrons from Dawnstar scattered around, none of whom seemed to
recognize her.
It felt like fate was conspiring in her favor. Spotting a half-finished ss of champagne on a recently
vacated table, Serena snaqged it and stormed towards Arabe.
Arabe, absorbed in the night view beyond the massive ss wall, caught sight of an angry figure
reflected in the pane. The figure hurled the contents of a ss her way. With lightning reflexes,
Arabe snatched a napkin to shield herself and dodged, retaliating by sshing her ss of red wine
at the aggressor.
Serena hadn''t anticipated that her champagne assault would barely ssh Arabe, nor that Arabe
would douse her in red wine.
The wine cascaded down her beret, stained her face, and trickled into her dress.
Her CNL pink ensemble was ruined, and just as she let out a shriek, Arabe had her pinned against
the table.
Serena''s left cheek now made an intimate acquaintance with the remains of a beef dish.
By the time Mr. Morrison and the waitstaff arrived, Arabe dered, "I''ve got this."
They were all taken aback by the audacity of the girl who dared to drench Arabe in champagne in full
view of everyone.
And today of all days, with Mrs. Griffith present!
Clearly, this person was unhinged, aplete lunatic, to offend Mrs. Griffith''s niece.
“What are you doing? Let me go!" Serena had intended to make a ssh and dash, thinking Arabe
would be too preupied with cleaning herself up to bother with the culprit.
But Arabe’s swift reaction caught her off guard, and what was infuriating was that only a few drops of
champagne had hit Arabe.
"Have I been too kind to youtely?" Arabe held her tight, visibly annoyed. She had previously
dismissed Serena as a mere jester, unworthy of attention, but now her brazenness was escting.
"So fond of sshing drinks, are you?" Arabe nced at the wine on the table. "What a shame this
is a 1945 Romanée-Conti. I can''t bear to waste it. Manager, what''s the cheapest swill you''ve got?"
Mr. Morrison quickly chimed in, "Ms. Be, we have a 1951 Chivas Estate red wine."
“Bring me two bottles."
“Arabe, what are you nning to do?" Serena, unable to break free, resorted to threats. "You
wouldn''t dare, right?"
"You''ve got the gall to do it in front of everyone. Why shouldn''t I?"
Arabe had the wine uncorked, pressed Serena down onto the te, and poured both bottles over her
head.