Chapter 1646: Chapter 1646

Chapter 1646:

“Kneel and beg, and I might forgive your insolence.”

Elva, preoccupied with whether she could afford the booth, missed Harlee’s words, only sensing that Harlee’s presence had grown even more formidable. She straightened her back and did her best to support Harlee as her loyal sidekick.

Celine’s expression darkened, her eyes widening with anger. Her gaze was fierce. Harlee must be bluffing. Celine was eager to see Harlee’s composure crumble when the bar’s security eventually escorted her out. With a flick of her wrist, Celine summoned a waiter.

“Miss Cavendish, what can I do for you?” The waiter bowed deeply.

“That woman,” Celine gestured toward Harlee, “Check if she’s eligible for a booth. If not, escort her out.”

A smug sneer curled at the corner of Celine’s mouth as she crossed her arms, anticipating the spectacle.

“Understood, Miss Cavendish. I’ll handle it,” the waiter replied before rising and heading toward Harlee’s booth with a stern look.

Noticing the waiter’s unfriendly approach, Elva nervously clutched Harlee’s hand and whispered, “I’m not sure if my discovery of a new antibiotic qualifies us for a booth here. If it doesn’t, run. I’ll take the fall.”

Harlee’s lips twitched into a playful smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

She responded calmly, “Don’t fret. I own this bar.”

Elva blinked, doubting Harlee’s claim. She figured Harlee was daydreaming.

A waiter approached Harlee and Elva with a condescending look.

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“Miss, please present your Moonlit Bar membership card. If you don’t have one, I will have to ask security to escort you out.”

The waiter’s demeanor was haughty, and he seemed eager to see them removed.

Harlee met his gaze, a flicker of intensity appearing in her usually serene eyes.

“I would like to speak with your manager, please.”

The waiter’s face showed impatience, and he looked down at Harlee with mocking contempt, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Miss, our manager isn’t available to just anyone,” he retorted, his finger hovering over the intercom, ready to call security.

Harlee’s gaze intensified, emitting a chilling coldness that made the waiter shiver.

Instinctively, the waiter hesitated, his posture softening as he lowered his head slightly.

“Miss, I didn’t intend to cause you any trouble, but our manager really isn’t accessible to just anyone. You…”

The waiter faltered, surprised by his own sudden deference. In all his time at Moonlit Bar, he had never felt such a commanding presence from anyone. The force of Harlee’s stare almost brought him to his knees.

Yet, convinced Harlee was unimportant and knowing Celine hailed from the influential Cavendish family, the waiter dismissed Harlee’s request for the manager, hoping he could curry favor with Celine and even earn a generous tip.

Celine heard Harlee requesting the manager and laughed coldly, her disdain palpable. She teased Harlee with a smirk, “Want to see the manager? Why don’t you kneel and beg me, Harlee? Maybe then I’ll consider calling him for you.”

Harlee said nothing, gazing at the waiter with a detached authority that made him flinch.

Incensed by Harlee’s arrogance, Celine ascended to the second floor. She was eager to witness Harlee’s composure crumble before the manager, who respected her due to her family’s strength.

On the second floor, Celine strode toward the manager’s office. Previously, the idea of facing him might have unnerved her, but today, she felt emboldened.

The manager of Moonlit Bar, Karl Sandoval, was notorious for his harsh treatment of troublemakers, reputedly capable of physically disabling them with his own hands. Celine relished the thought of Harlee facing such a fate.

She imagined the scene with a thrill.

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