Chapter 581
Chapter 581:
As Yelena reached out her hand, Steven tensed, expecting a confrontation. Instead, Yelena simply pushed him aside, and he stumbled back several steps, clearing the path.
Just as Yelena was about to exit, a knock at the door paused her. A waiter entered, nearly bumping into her, and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the top-grade foie gras and caviar sent over by Mr. Barton for your enjoyment p>
With the mention of Mr. Barton, all eyes turned to Steven.
“Steven, you’re really something! Mr. Barton thinks so highly of you that he sent such delicacies your way p>
Steven felt utterly bewildered. In fact, during the dinner earlier, he hadn’t even managed to catch a full glimpse of the big boss’s face!
Mr. Barton and his group were dining on the top floor, while managers like Steven were relegated to a lower level. Steven had only glimpsed the edge of Mr. Barton’s coat.
Despite this, Steven couldn’t resist flaunting the attention he’d received.
“I’m honored by Mr. Barton’s kindness,” he stated calmly.
Just then, the waiter posed a strange question to Steven. “Sir, is your surname Roberts p>
What a bizarre question!
Steven quickly responded, “No, it’s Hopkins p>
“That’s odd. Mr. Barton specifically instructed that this was for someone named Yelena Roberts,” the waiter said.
Yelena?
The very person they had been deriding moments earlier?
Everyone turned to look at Yelena, their expressions incredulous.
Steven was especially astounded. Could Mr. Barton actually know Yelena? It seemed unthinkable.
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Hildegarde let out a sly “Oh,” eyeing Yelena with a mocking glint, as if she had unraveled all the secrets.
She said to Yelena in a sarcastic tone, “Yelena, I never thought you’d go so far just to save face. How much did you pay to stage this little act p>
Yelena didn’t even dignify that with a look. Arguing with someone so deluded was futile.
Why would she squander money on treating such people to top-grade foie gras and caviar just to “save face p>
Who were these people to her anyway? There was no point in performing for them. The idea alone was absolutely absurd.
Observing Yelena’s silence, Hildegarde felt vindicated and grew visibly smugger. “Yelena, did I strike a nerve? Are you feeling embarrassed p>
The waiter, clearly confused by the accusation, replied, “Ma’am, please refrain from making unfounded claims. I haven’t been bribed by anyone p>
Unfazed, Hildegarde shot back at the waiter, “Your commitment to your role is quite admirable. You took the money, did your part, and performed well. But you can’t fool me p>
With that, she reached out and took some of the foie gras. “Top-grade foie gras is too good to waste,” she thought.
As Hildegarde reached for the foie gras, a sudden pain shot through her hand. Yelena’s icy voice followed. “Hold on. Since this was sent by Mr. Barton specifically for me, I’ll be enjoying it alone. Please get me another private room p>
Yelena’s assertive stance made Steven side with Hildegarde’s earlier insinuations.
Steven scoffed. “Yelena, you might fool others, but not me. That plate of foie gras must have cost a pretty penny, right? And a private room? Are you aware of the minimum spend for those? The cheapest one starts at ten thousand dollars. Can you afford that on your salary? How dare you talk about private rooms? If you can’t pay, they might just call the police on you p>