Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 152

Harriet's expression instantly soured at those words.

Effie, that shameless flirt-of course she knew how to wrap men around her finger. And now even Granger was speaking up for her.

An awkward tension settled over the private dining room.

Magee, their class president, hurried to break the silence. "Right, let's not get worked up. Come on, everyone, let's have a drink! Enough talking, let's enjoy ourselves."

Just then, the door swung open again.

A group of servers entered.

One of them carried an expensive-looking bottle of red wine, presenting it with a respectful nod. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is an '82 Lafite. Please enjoy."

Another server stepped forward. "Here we have fresh Australian lobster. Bon appétit."

A third placed a steaming casserole on the table. "And this is our house specialty, a slow-braised delicacy..."

The servers set down platter after platter of lavish food before making a graceful exit.

For a moment, the room fell silent as everyone stared in disbelief.

What on earth...?

turned to

head. "No, I didn't order

a class reunion-most of them working regular jobs. Who would splurge on food like

of the wealthy Morgan

shook his head too. "I thought about ordering some things, but I hadn't even called the server yet. And now all this is

frowned, puzzled. How could this be? Did the servers bring the dishes to the wrong room? Maybe they belonged to the party

called over a

were specially requested by Mr. Etheridge's assistant, and I should mention your

words left his mouth than the whole room erupted in

excitement. "Did you say Mr. Etheridge's assistant? As in,

that's our company's Mr.

all but beamed. "Then it must have

it must be because Mr. Etheridge knew you were here.

seemed to

a message from Lyman: "Mrs.

typed back, testing the waters: "Did you order the

asked Luther to take care of it and paid for everything. Have

words, Effie felt a sudden