Chapter 484



“What? Jenny’s supposed lifesaver is connected to Kallie? Ugh, he’s really worthy of Jenny.”

“Are you kidding? This guy isn’t into Jenny at all. It was Jenny who made the first move.”

“That’s hilarious. Jenny just got totally burned.”

It was only then that Jake turned to face Jenny, his sneer cold and calculated. “The only reason I kept you around is for your help in finding someone. But I can’t stand your flirty antics. I was the one who told you to leave, so if you want to cause trouble, direct it at me. Why drag Kallie into this?”

Heartbroken, Jenny’s face was a portrait of betrayal, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she said, though reluctantly, “Fine. It’s all my fault. But today, everyone saw her seducing my fan and lying about meeting a client. How could she not recognize her client? And given the state of the Turner Group, who in their right mind would order jewelry from—”

Jenny’s words shifted the blame onto Kallie, her eyes a pair of daggers. Jake was about to say something, but Kallie silenced him with a gesture, her gaze as cold as winter ice. Just then, the restaurant manager arrived late, accompanied by a phalanx of security guards.

Jenny gestured, pointing a finger at Kallie, her voice an evil hiss. “She’s causing trouble. You need to get her out of here immediately.”

To Jenny’s astonishment, the manager disregarded her, his steps as steady as a metronome. He approached Kallie and bowed respectfully. “Miss Nixon, I apologize for the delay. Where is the troublemaker? Don’t worry. We’ll handle it immediately.”

Jenny’s eyes widened in disbelief. For a moment, she was rendered speechless, her finger still pointed at Kallie. The netizens in the live broadcast room erupted in a heated discussion.

“So, Kallie is the one who booked the room. How is that possible? Wasn’t it supposed to be Jenny?”

“Just stop defending Jenny. The VIP room in this restaurant isn’t easy to book. Only those with membership are eligible for reservations.”

Jenny read these comments, her face flushing with frustration. She swiftly pulled out her membership card and thrust it toward the manager. She snapped, “Take a closer look! I’m a member! This woman only arrived in Halstead recently and hasn’t spent a penny here. How could she possibly be a member?”

Though Jenny didn’t book this very room, she refused to believe Kallie had done so. She was resolved to deny it even if Kallie had indeed made the reservation. Besides, Kallie’s supposed client hadn’t even arrived. Maybe the whole thing was just a bluff.

The manager regarded Jenny with disdain. “Miss, your membership doesn’t allow you to book this VIP room. Understandably, you made a mistake. Please refrain from causing any trouble.”

Jenny’s face flushed with anger. The manager gestured to Kallie, his demeanor respectful. “Miss Nixon may not have spent any money here, but she does possess our membership card, which she used to reserve this room.”

Jake stepped forward, approaching Jenny, who stood there dejected. He looked at her with cold disdain. “Didn’t you claim that the story about her meeting her client was fabricated and that no one would buy the Turner Group’s products?

Well, let me set the record straight. The client she’s meeting is me, and I’m planning to make the purchase. Miss Patterson, you orchestrated this whole scene to tarnish Kallie’s reputation. If Kallie wanted to, she could call the police right now.”

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