A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 204

Matilda didn, know that Yvan had been ke

eping a watchful eye on her for quite some time. She was tob preoccupied with Chloe and Logan, who were playing a game of tag through the sales of the busting mat, causing her to call out, “Hey, slow down don’t bump into anyonel Enough playing around, come back?

Logan, with a cheeky grin, ducked behind Matilds and proclawed, “No more games, time for a feast

Chloe, playfully chasing after the little rascal, guaded Matilda and the others toward a restaurant, which was quite the local hotspot. By the time they arrived, a line had formed outside

Orson clicked his tongue in apparent dislike for waiting

With a smirk of triumph, Chloe announced, “No worries, I’ve got this covered. I know the manager here, I’ve already snagged us a spot”

And with that, she led the group past the onlookers and straight into the restaurant, ignoring the queue and heading to a private booth.

“Well, well, if it isrit Chloe, you little troublemaker Finally decided to grace us with your presence? greeted a dashing young man in a waiter’s attire, flashing a charming smile at Chloe, “Been avoiding me for too long. eh?”

“Cut the flattery,” Chloe shot back with a wave of her hand. “Anyway, this is my good friend, Matilda, and

that’s her son.”

“Nice to meet you,” said the man, winking at Logan. “Your mom’s a knockout

Logan immediately stood protectively in front of Matilda, declaring, “Back off! No one’s hitting on my mom!” The little guy was as stubborn as ever about keeping men away from Matilda.

Chloe chuckled and introduced him to Matilda and the rest. This guy’s a good friend of mine, the manager of this place and head chef. He’s the genius behind several of the restaurant’s signature dishes”

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said about me in ages, the man quipped, then turned to Orson. “And who’s this gentleman?”

“He’s my Uncle!” Logan quickly answered for Orson, who simply gave a nonchalant nod in agreement.

“Alright, take a look at the menu, and I’ll make sure your order gets priority, the man said to Matilda. “Any dietary restrictions for your son?”

Logan puffed out his chest, eager to prove he was grown up. “Nothing’s off the table

me!”

The restaurant’s got amazing creamed and truffle oysters, but personally, I love them raw. If you’re

out a lobster with a creamy mushroom sauce

warm glass of red wine,

said the man with a smile, taking the menus back. He was then called to attend to another VIP table, excusing himself

place is hopping.” Chloe waved him off. They casually chatted among themselves until a shrill

cut Inough from

to Mr. Yeager? And you serve us this trast?

a scene. “Don’t think you’re something special just because your restaurant’s popular. Watch out or we’ll make sure

stood up abruptly, banging her hand on the table

before being slapped by a woman, all the while he was apologizing profusely for any offense caused

temper flared as she stepped in front of her friend, dending the irate customer, “This establishment has sourced its ingredients internationally since day one, and our chef holds Michelin three–star credentials! You can watch the entire cooking process through that window. Why don’t you take a long, hard look at

Chapt

restaurant. Her gaze Up to

own Chloe! Her tone shifted to one of mocking superiority. Oh wait, that’s right, Chloe’s been booted out by the

pale giving way

at her side, asked who the

voice low. “An influencer. She’s the one

was soaring. Snide and merciless, she taunted, “Oh, what’s this? Spot a good–looking chef and can’t help but try to catch his eye, Chloe? Haha, how pathetic. Without Mr.

response, swallowing the humiliation as she steadied her friend.

listen to that tone. It reeks of desperation from a mile away, Chloe, surely you’re not so starved for

anger, snapped back, “Miss, you can insult me all you want, and critique my cooking, but I won’t stand for you disrespecting my

Since when are men and women just

approached from behind Reese. Chloe and Matilda tensed at

Declan and… Yvan.

a convention

get Godfrey out of here. Is your face still