Chapter 7
Chapter 7:
“Where did you get this from?” Rosie asked, intrigued. “I tried digging into her background before but came up with nothing p>
Sylvie leaned back with a proud smile. “I had my brother ask his friend to investigate. Turns out, Brenna has been skipping school and picking fights since she was a kid. At one point, she even had to leave the country because she couldn’t stay here anymore p>
Rosie was stunned, her brows raised. “If she becomes a member of my family, won’t that be a disaster p>
Sylvie’s grin widened. “Isn’t that the best part p>
After a while, Rosie chuckled. “I suppose it is p>
Brenna ate without pretense, not because she had poor manners but because of sheer hunger. By the time she had cleared half the dishes, she finally felt a lot better.
Yet, the Harper family was still nowhere to be seen. She glanced at her phone—it was two in the afternoon. No word from them. She sent a message to Rosie.
“When are you coming p>
Rosie’s reply came almost instantly. “Sorry, I might not make it today. Just leave when you’re done eating. I’ll cover the bill p>
A slow, knowing smirk crept onto Rosie’s lips as she sent the message. She then swiftly typed another to the waitress.
As if on cue, the waitress who had been attending to Brenna approached her again, moving at a leisurely pace.
By now, Brenna had pulled out her bulky black laptop and opened a stock trading page, the screen glowing faintly.
The waitress, noticing the outdated model of Brenna’s laptop, barely concealed her disdain but tried hard to keep her tone polished. “Miss, could you please settle the bill p>
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Brenna blinked, caught off guard. She hadn’t even indicated she was ready to leave, yet the waitress was already rushing her to pay? When had the Flavor Restaurant’s customer service become so terrible? She turned the screen of her phone toward the waitress, showing her Rosie’s message, her voice calm.
“My friend said she’d handle the bill. Her name is Rosie Harper p>
The waitress didn’t drop her professional smile. “I’m sorry, Miss, but I don’t know your friend. The total is one hundred and nine thousand eight hundred dollars. If you’re unable to pay, I’ll have no choice but to call the police p>
From the booth, Rosie watched the scene with delight. She was curious to see what Brenna would do. Would she grovel to the Barretts for help? Or would she work off the debt scrubbing dishes for a year? Or perhaps she would resort to a classic dine-and-dash, flexing the street smarts she was rumored to have?
Her fingers tightened around her phone as she silently recorded the scene.
Just then, Vivian and Sylvie sauntered toward Brenna’s table. The commotion had also drawn the attention of nearby diners, who discreetly raised their phones, capturing the scene.
Vivian’s eyes swept over Brenna with thinly veiled contempt. “Miss, if you can’t afford to eat here, you really shouldn’t have come here in the first place. This place is for the elite. You’d be better off at a restaurant more suited to your status p>