Chapter 949
Chapter 949:
Johan nodded in agreement, his thoughts drifting back to Yelena. But…
“I’m not just some run-of-the-mill guy. She’s bound to be drawn to me,” Johan declared with unwavering confidence.
The gallery owner arched an eyebrow and let out a chuckle. He gave Johan a firm pat on the shoulder and said, “Confidence is a fine thing to have p>
Little did Johan know, the Ellen the gallery owner referred to was not even the same woman occupying Johan’s thoughts. Blissfully unaware of the mix-up, Johan was already envisioning his next encounter with “Miss Ellen p>
“Sorry about earlier. I had to take the call, so you didn’t really get a chance to enjoy the exhibition,” Austin said, glancing at Yelena.
Yelena offered a small smile. “I already did. You’re the one who didn’t. If you liked what little you saw, we can always come again p>
Austin nodded slightly. “Alright. For now, let’s get something to eat p>
“Sounds good p>
As they arrived at a restaurant, its grandeur was impossible to ignore. The place exuded an understated yet undeniable opulence, a silent proclamation of exclusivity. A row of luxury cars stood parked at the entrance, setting the tone even before they stepped inside.
The restaurant was nothing short of a dream woven into reality. The moment they crossed the threshold, they were enveloped in an atmosphere of refinement.
A colossal crystal chandelier cascaded from the ceiling, scattering light in a dazzling display that mimicked a star-strewn sky. The walls, adorned with refined paintings, whispered of artistic brilliance, while intricately designed antique vases and sculptures lent an air of old-world charm.
Beneath their feet, plush carpets muffled each step, their elegant patterns a testament to meticulous craftsmanship.
The dining tables, fashioned from the finest solid wood, gleamed under the gentle glow of ambient lighting.
Each was adorned with an immaculate white tablecloth, set with cutlery that gleamed like moonlight on still water.
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The porcelain plates bore delicate floral designs, while the tall, crystal-clear wine glasses seemed to await the rich embrace of fine wine, ready to bloom with an intoxicating allure.
The restaurant’s service staff, clad in impeccably tailored uniforms, moved with the grace of well-rehearsed performers on a grand stage. Every motion—guiding guests to their seats, making expert recommendations, pouring wine with a practiced hand—was executed with an air of seamless professionalism. Each detail was attended to with meticulous care, ensuring that every guest felt less like a mere patron and more like an honored guest.
Yet, all of this grandeur belonged solely to the first three floors.
The true pinnacle of luxury lay on the top floor, where only two private rooms existed, their glass ceilings revealing the perfect view of a starry sky at night. These rooms were not for just anyone. They were reserved exclusively for those whom the restaurant’s owner held in the highest regard.
Yelena and Austin were about to step into this realm of exclusivity today.
Just then, someone spotted Austin and hurriedly approached, their face brimming with enthusiasm.
Austin hesitated for a moment before instinctively stepping back, intending to decline. However, the individual was persistent, grasping his arm and pulling him aside with evident urgency.
Yelena, seeing this, spoke up. “Go ahead, I’ll wait here for you p>
Austin cast her an apologetic glance. “I’ll be back as soon as I can p>