Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 1320

Drip.

Noel was in tears.

After going through the ups and downs of a romance, the final words he received were, “A princess and a pauper should never have started in the first place.”

A princess? A pauper?

A painful smile played on Noel’s lips as he picked up the money and rose to his feet, returning to the private room where he had been moments ago.

Upon seeing Cecilia’s return, Diana thought that everything had been resolved between them.

Without even getting a chance to ask, she heard Cecilia say, “Do they have thick-cut salmon? I’d also like some drunken prawns.”

She seemed to be in a good mood.

It must have been settled.

Diana’s lingering concerns were finally put to rest.

As long as they were on good terms again, she had no intention of prying into their privacy. She called the waiter over, and ordered, “Bring us some drunken prawns, with the top-grade tiger prawns.”

The waiter glanced at the room’s number plate and said, “I’m sorry, but this room has been marked as off-limits in the system. You can’t place any orders now.”

Diana was taken aback. “Off-limits? Why can’t we order?”

Fanny chimed in, equally puzzled, “Are you no longer accepting customers? Out of ingredients?” Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

The manager entered the room with a smile at that moment and explained, “You are all friends of our boss, so every signature dish in the restaurant will be served without your having to order. There’s no charge for it. It’s a complimentary service.”

Upon hearing the manager’s explanation, not just Cecilia, but Diana and Fanny were also left in astonishment.

The three of them exchanged glances. “Do you know the owner of this restaurant?”

All three of them shook their heads, giving the same answer. “No, we don’t…”

This Japanese restaurant had only recently opened, and it hadn’t gained much attention in Richburgh.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All Books Updates…

It had become a popular spot for hosting gatherings recently, but over this period, they hadn’t heard the owner’s name or had any inkling of who among them might know the owner.

Cecilia was the youngest among the three of them, and often the quickest to speak and the least thoughtful one.

She took a sip of water and asked the manager, “Who is your boss?”

The manager smiled, but didn’t provide a name. Instead, he turned around, took a bundle of money from the tray held by the server behind him, and placed it on the table. “This is for you, Ms. Jarvis. Our boss wanted to return these to you.”

Who owed her money?

Cecilia couldn’t react for a moment.

“Your boss owed me money?”

Why did she have no recollection of this?

“It’s not that he owes you money. I’s the money you just gave to our boss.”

Cecilia was even more confused.

Money she had given?

When had she given money to someone?

Seeing that she had no clue, the manager smiled apologetically. “Our boss also has a message for Ms. Jarvis.”

Cecilia’s curiosity piqued. “What is it?”

“The pauper truly isn’t worthy of the princess.”

As soon as Cecilia heard this, the color drained from her face, and she turned pale.

She ventured, “Is your boss…Mr. Carter?”

The manager kept a superficial smile on his face, and didn’t answer directly.

Instead, he seemed to be intent on leaving as he turned and said, “Please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, I’ll be here to assist.”

The manager didn’t confirm it.

But he didn’t deny it, either.