Chapter 371
Chapter 371:
As Yelena and the others entered the private room, an unnoticed pair of eyes lingered on them. Megan, the waitress from earlier, couldn’t stop herself from stealing a glance in their direction. The girl she just bumped into—it was her daughter!
Megan’s heart raced as the realization hit her like a tidal wave. It wasn’t a fleeting resemblance or a hopeful delusion; it was certainty. When Harold had first brought it up, she dismissed it as mistaken identity, convinced it was impossible. But seeing Bella now, there was no room for doubt.
There was no need for DNA tests or lengthy explanations. One glance had been enough. Megan knew, with every fiber of her being, that fate had brought her daughter back into her life. Megan had spent countless sleepless nights imagining this moment, and now, against all odds, it had arrived.
This was no mere coincidence—it was a gift, a chance to reunite with the child she had thought lost forever. But as her mind swirled with emotion, her reverie was shattered by the sharp, angry voice of her manager.
“Megan, what in the world were you thinking? Do you have any idea how close you came to creating a disaster? Completely useless and clueless!” The restaurant manager jabbed a finger in her direction.
“If those guests hadn’t been so gracious, you’d be out on the street by now! Are you even paying attention? Watch where you’re going next time p>
Megan had been hired for her polished appearance, a decision he now regretted. If it hadn’t been for the guests’ leniency, he would have fired her on the spot. Instead, he chose to berate her, thinking it might drive some fear into her.
But Megan, despite her daze, seized an opportunity. Her voice, steady and cautious, broke through his rant. “Sir, those guests… Who are they? They must be important p>
What she needed was information, and she had to extract it without raising suspicion.
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The manager, taken aback by the question, scoffed. “Important? That’s putting it mildly. Use your head before asking something so obvious! The girl you bumped into is the daughter of the richest family in Eighfast—the Harris family. And the woman with her? That’s her mother, Mrs. Harris. And p>
He carried on talking, but Megan had stopped listening. His words became a dull hum in the background as the weight of what she’d just learned sank in.
Bella—her Bella—was the daughter of the richest family in Eighfast?
As Bella stepped into the private room, she wore the mask of a damsel in distress, hoping to milk the moment for all the sympathy it was worth. She tried to chime in a few times, but her attempts at speaking were cut short each time.
It didn’t take a genius to see that Stella wasn’t exactly rolling out the welcome mat for Bella.
Bella’s frustration simmered beneath her poised exterior. One thing became crystal clear: as long as Yelena was in the picture, Bella would always be left in the shadows. Yelena had a knack for stealing the limelight without even trying.
She decided she needed a strategy—and fast.
One way or another, Yelena had to go. The Harris family wasn’t big enough for the both of them.
Meanwhile, Stella and Yelena hit it off like old friends at a reunion. They talked non-stop, their lively chatter leaving no room for anyone else to get a word in edgewise. By the end of the meal, Stella looked downright reluctant to say goodbye to her new friend.
As the group filed out of the private room, a prickling sensation crawled up Bella’s spine, as if someone’s eyes were boring into her back. She whipped her head around, scanning the space, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
A chill settled over her, and an unshakable unease coiled in her stomach.
On the staircase, Bella’s foot slipped. Her heart leapt into her throat as she teetered on the edge of a fall.
Just as panic set in, a figure darted forward and steadied her.
Still catching her breath, Bella glanced up to thank her rescuer.