Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 32

Dreamy Restaurant was located in the center of the city. The people who came here to dine were both rich and noble, including all important figures in City W. The price of one dish here could be more than the annual income of an ordinary person, and a bottle of red wine was as expensive as a small villa.

The most important thing was that not any rich people could come to this place. There are no more than twenty members in total. Other than them, no one else was accepted.

This place had strict privacy policies, and all the attendants were smart and well-trained. They would never disclose anything they had heard or seen here, let alone the secrets of the restaurant. Crystal had never seen such a luxurious restaurant before. Her eyes were dazzled, but she stayed calm. At this time, the manager of Dreamy Restaurant came over personally. “Mr. Luke, may I bring you your regular Domaine de la Romanée-Conti?”

As soon as the manager finished speaking, Harold chimed in, “Give me a glass of milk. Hot milk.” The manager thought that he had misheard it, so he asked again to confirm, “You want a glass of warm milk, sir?”

The guests who came here would either order red wine or champagne. How could someone order warm milk? Did he bring a child with him?

“Do as Master

that he had lost his composure and was a little frightened. “Yes, yes,

took the elevator to the 20th

restaurant, and only special guests could book the tables here. The more distinguished the guest was, the higher floor they could dine in. They

sitting at the table. When they saw Harold, they stood up and greeted him as Master White with

Luke pulled out the chair for him. He turned his head and saw Crystal standing

little head, asking, “Are you

while, the waiters came in with the dishes, filling up the table. “Master White, you should introduce us. This young lady looks unfamiliar.” The woman sitting opposite

The other was gorgeous with beautiful red lips

her as a comparison, Crystal felt that she was a real country bumpkin. If Harold didn’t take her here, she probably