Chapter 1320


    "Ah." Serena''s scream was cut short as the red wine poured into her mouth.


    Even with her eyes tightly shut, some of the wine managed to seep into her eyes, stinging them


    painfully.


    And her ears—since she was being held face down against the te, one ear was filled with the


    unwee flow of the wine.


    Arabe clutched Serena''s hair with force, dumping two whole bottles over her head, her expression


    unmoved.


    Serena''s hands iled behind her, desperately trying to hit Arabe, only to be restrained by two


    waiters who stepped forward.


    Drenched in wine, even the warmth of the restaurant''s heating couldn''t stop Serena from shivering as


    the liquid soaked through her clothes.


    That damn Arabe, how dare she?


    How dare she humiliate her in front of all these people?


    After emptying the bottles, Arabe released her grip, casually tossing Serena aside.


    Serena lost her bnce and toppled to the floor, her head hitting a nearby chair.


    Mr. Morrison and several waiters quickly surrounded Arabe, asking anxiously, "Ms. Be, are you


    alright?"


    One handed Arabe a sanitizing wet wipe to clean her hands, another delicately dabbed at the wine


    stains on her dress, while four others swiftly cleaned up the chaotic table and reced it with a fresh


    tablecloth. One knelt to wipe the wine from Arabe''s shoes, and another hurried to mop the floor.


    Meanwhile, Serena was left in her misery, ignored by all.


    Serena couldn''t understand. Arabe wasn''t some local big shot, so why were these servants giving


    her such attention?


    Could it be that the wretch had spent a hefty sum, bing a VIP customer of this establishment?


    "Ms. Be, I am so sorry you were startled. It’s truly regrettable that your dining experience was


    marred. I will have her removed at once!” Mr. Morrison hurriedly called for security, not forgetting to


    add, "And should that lunatic show up again, she''s banned from entering!"


    “What lunatic? Let go of me, let go." Serena was dragged out.


    Eunice, after finishing up in the restroom, received a call. It was one of her subordinates reporting on a


    job, and after listening to his long-winded exnation for about twenty minutes, which also made her


    darling niece wait, she lost her patience, "Meet me at the Sky Restaurant, 69th floor, and talk there."


    After hanging up, Eunice, a tad irritated, clicked her heels out of the restroom and into the restaurant.


    Mr.


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    Morrison quickly caught up to her, carefully exining everything that had urred.


    Eunice noticed the restaurant had cleared out, and her table was reset, with a line of waiters standing


    at attention, seemingly bracing for a scolding.


    "The spot where Ms. Be was seated is a blind spot for the cameras. They only caught the table legs


    and below her waist. There''s no vital footage, Mr. Morrison said, trembling as he handed Eunice the


    iPad.


    Eunice''s face was a mask of frost, her naturallymanding presence sharpening to a deadly edge


    with her temper red.


    Indeed, the surveince only showed below the waist of the perpetrator, just a pink skirt, a pair of snow


    boots, and the spilled wine on the floor.


    “What is this mess!" Eunice lost her patience, tossing the iPad back at Mr. Morrison, "I step away for a


    moment to the restroom, and my niece suffers such an insult. What if I had gone home for something?


    Would I even find her well when I returned?"


    Mr. Morrison had never seen Eunice so furious. Herst words, especially, raised in volume, sent a


    shiver through everyone present, heads bowed in fear.