Chapter 511
Chapter 511:
Monica scoffed coldly and retorted, “Fine!” But before storming off, she shot Rodney a piercing look and warned, “Rodney, this isn’t over p>
As Monica departed, Rodney exhaled deeply, relieved the confrontation had ended without further incident. He mused over the situation, recognizing the delicate balance of allegiances. Between Austin and Monica, he was clear on whom he could least afford to offend.
Resolved, Rodney decided to take preventive measures. He planned to instruct his staff that even if Monica appeared, they were not to open the door to Austin’s private room for her without explicit permission. Though he had averted a crisis this time, Rodney wondered if he would always be so fortunate.
Monica clenched her jaw and stormed back to her room, her footsteps heavy with anger. “Monica, didn’t you say you were going to see Austin? Why are you back so soon?” one of her friends asked curiously.
With a cold snort, Monica masked her simmering anger. Admitting she had been kicked out was too humiliating, so she dismissed it. “It’s nothing p>
However, the incident still gnawed at her.
“Do you guys know any good ways to deal with someone and teach them a lesson?” she blurted out impulsively. Immediately after speaking, she regretted the words.
Such a question seemed out of character for a woman who prided herself on elegance, which might explain why everyone in the room froze, staring at her in shock.
Feeling the tension, Monica forced a laugh and tried to lighten the mood. “I’m just joking p>
“Monica, if something’s really bothering you, you can tell us. We’re here to help,” a friend offered.
Amanda chimed in, adding a twist, “Monica, my birthday is coming up soon. If you need to deal with someone, I can help you get them to my party. Once they’re on our turf, it’ll be easy to do whatever we want.” Her eyes momentarily flickered with a sinister gleam. “I’ve got an idea too p>
As the room filled with overlapping suggestions, Monica only found herself growing more irritated. None of their ideas seemed practical or appealing.
“I’ve lost my appetite,” she declared abruptly, slamming her fork down and leaving the room.
Despite her dramatic exit, no one at the table followed her. They had been eagerly anticipating this meal, and the culinary delights of Bearded Chef’s Bistro were too tempting to forsake.
Back in another private room, Austin looked at Yelena, appearing to have something important on his mind, yet hesitating to speak.
Yelena was enjoying her meal when she sensed Austin’s gaze on her. She set her fork down, finished chewing her food thoughtfully, and then turned to Austin. “Is something bothering you p>
Austin let out a chuckle, marveling at how Yelena remained poised after everything that had happened. Did Yelena not care about him or their relationship at all? This thought made Austin somewhat uncomfortable.
“Just checking. Would you like anything else from the menu?” Yelena surveyed the spread before them and decided it was enough.
“This is more than enough. Any more food and I might overdo it,” Yelena replied.
Back at home, Yelena often kept to herself because conversations usually ended in reprimands. However, with Austin, she felt more comfortable speaking her mind.
“You’re definitely not overdoing it. There’s room for a bit more,” Austin said warmly. He meant what he said, admiring her ease.
Yelena hesitated, then casually reached for more food, trying to act unconcerned. By the meal’s end, Yelena was thoroughly satisfied.
“How did you find the meal today?” Rodney inquired, smiling at Yelena.
Without hesitation, Yelena complimented, “It was wonderful.” Rodney smiled and said, “Feel free to come back whenever you like then p>