Chapter 95

Chapter 95:

The restaurant manager, who usually carried herself with an air of superiority, was beaming as she eagerly approached Andrew and his group. Julie, feeling triumphant, assumed that the manager was about to ask them to leave, imagining the embarrassment this would cause. If word got out, it would surely spread online, cementing the humiliation of the Lorpond group.

Anna, glancing at Andrew, spoke up softly, “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

But Andrew didn’t even acknowledge her. This was the first time Anna had been ignored so blatantly, and a brief sting of rejection flashed across her face. However, she quickly regained her composure, determined to assist him if any trouble arose.

“Mr. Klein, welcome! We’re so happy to have you!” the restaurant manager said, her tone warm and respectful, completely different from her usual demeanor.

“Let’s go,” Andrew said to his group, and Rosaline shot Julie a victorious smirk as they followed him into the restaurant.

The manager led them to a prime table by the window, offering a stunning view of the city. “This is our best table, reserved just for you.”

“Thank you. You can return to your duties,” Andrew said as he passed around the menus. “Order whatever you like.”

Rosaline, barely able to contain her excitement, eagerly flipped through the menu. “I’ve been dying to try this! Thank you, Andrew.”

“You’re welcome.” Andrew’s attention then shifted to Madisyn. His usually cool demeanor softened as he asked, “Everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s great,” Madisyn replied with a warm smile.

Julie and her group, watching from the doorway, were left speechless. The window table was known for requiring a steep reservation fee of two hundred thousand dollars. While Julie and her friends were well-off, such a lavish amount for dinner was beyond them. How had Madisyn and her group managed to secure the most exclusive table?

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Julie frowned and whispered, “Who is that man with Madisyn? He seems wealthy.”

“Probably a businessman from Lorpond,” Bill replied dismissively. “Let’s just focus on our meal.”

The group took their seats, but Anna couldn’t keep her eyes off Andrew. She hadn’t realized just how wealthy and handsome he truly was. To her, he embodied the ideal partner—both powerful and captivating.

Throughout the dinner, Anna tried to catch Andrew’s attention, subtly adjusting her posture and sending glances his way. But Andrew remained focused on his meal, his demeanor composed, and it was clear to everyone that his bond with Madisyn was strong.

When Andrew eventually excused himself from the table, Anna saw her opportunity and quickly followed him.

She found him in a quiet corner, speaking in a language she didn’t recognize, which only heightened her curiosity. His aura of mystery intrigued her, and she was determined to get closer.

When Andrew finished his call, he turned and spoke, his voice cold. “Come out.”

Anna was startled but quickly composed herself, stepping forward. “Hello, I’m Anna Murray,” she said, extending her hand with a charming smile, confident that no man could resist her.

Andrew, however, looked at her with icy indifference. “It doesn’t matter who you are. Why are you following me?”

Anna’s smile wavered, but she quickly recovered, tucking her hair behind her ear in a shy gesture. “I’m interested in you and thought we could get to know each other.”

“I’m already engaged,” Andrew said, his tone softening slightly when he mentioned Madisyn.

Anna’s heart sank. For the first time in her life, she felt jealousy—a strange sensation for someone who had always been the one envied. She couldn’t believe that Madisyn, of all people, had something she desired.

Undeterred, Anna decided to push forward. “Could we at least exchange numbers?”

“No,” Andrew replied firmly, his voice cold once again.

Anna felt a sharp sting of rejection, but she wasn’t ready to back down just yet. She bit her lip and pressed on, “It’s just a phone number. Surely, Madisyn wouldn’t mind, would she?”

“I’m sorry. I do mind,” came a cold, clear voice from behind.

Anna froze and turned around, only to find Madisyn standing there, her gaze sharp and unwavering. Though Madisyn hadn’t raised her voice, the warning in her eyes was unmistakable.

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