Chapter 611
Passing through the bustling main dining hall, Mira spotted Vanessa and her clique eating dinner.
She let her gaze sweep past them indifferently and continued following the general manager.
“Mira! Leah! What are you doing here?” Jillian’s eyes bulged, and she blurted out the words before she could stop herself.
Mira completely ignored her, but Leah tilted her chin up and fired back, “Eating dinner, obviously p>
“Eating? How on earth could you afford to eat here? How did you even get inside p>
Vanessa had used her personal VIP card to book their table weeks in advance. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have stood a chance of getting seated.
People in Jillian’s tax bracket couldn’t even afford an appetizer here.
“Are you joking? We walked through the front door. You’re not three years old- figure it out,” Leah retorted.
Their exchange immediately drew the attention of Vanessa, Luna, and the surrounding patrons.
“Well, they’re fully booked. Didn’t you know? Even if you miraculously scraped together the money, there’s no room. And every table that clears is already reserved
for the next party p>
Leah faltered for a second, unsure of what to say, until Wyatt leaned in and
whispered, “We’re going to a private suite p>
Her confidence surged right back. “We have a private suite p>
“Bullshit! We couldn’t even book a suite. Who do you think you are p>
Harvey shot back, “You talk way too much trash. Keep screaming, and I’ll report you for harassing customers. Say goodbye to your reservation privileges forever p>
Hearing the commotion, Mr. Ashford frowned and glanced in their direction.
“That’s the general manager. Why are they with him?” Luna suddenly muttered.
Vanessa and her friends turned in unison, watching in pure disbelief as Mira’s group followed the general manager straight toward The Willow Conservatory.
“How is that even possible p>
The interior layout made the students feel as if they had stepped into a tranquil oasis. With arched footbridges, babbling water features, and elegant, Waterside Pavilion-style architecture, the beauty was utterly breathtaking.
“This is gorgeous,” Zachary murmured in awe.
Up ahead, Mira waited patiently beneath the corridor of a bridge, showing no signs of rushing them.
She said something quietly to Mr. Ashford, who gave a polite nod and departed.
Leah finally snapped out of her dazę. She tugged awkwardly at Elara’s
Sorry, I must look likene
ntry bumpkin right now
“It’s fine. You *are* a country bumpkin p>
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Elara’s unique brand of comfort was so blunt it made Mira hold back a laugh.
Several guests were strolling through the indoor courtyard, while small groups lounged lazily at stone tables, sipping artisanal tea.
They chatted softly among themselves, completely ignoring Mira’s group.
Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, and their admiration for Mira skyrocketed even further.
“Where did the manager go?” Cedric suddenly noticed his absence.
“I told him to go prep our table. Do you guys want to look around a bit more, or should we eat p>
“Eat!” they all agreed in perfect unison.
Mira nodded and led them deeper into the conservatory.
Just then, a loud argument broke out near the entrance. The shrill voice unmistakably belonged to Jillian.
Her entire role in Vanessa’s circle was to be the attack dog. Whenever the elite girls wanted something nasty done but didn’t want to tarnish their own flawless images, they unleashed Jillian.
Any damaged reputation or fallout naturally landed squarely on Jillian’s shoulders.
In exchange, Vanessa and Luna simply allowed her to trail after them, tossing her a proverbial bone every now and then.
Like bringing her out to a high-end dinner tonight.
“Let’s go check it out,” Cedric suggested.
Mira was slightly curious to see how
her staff handled the disruption. Since it was far, she walked ove with the group to spectate.