Chapter 837 Michelin Restaurant
No matter how hard Hera tried to ignore Alice, the latter shamelessly trailed after them and refused to be left behind. What could Hera and the others do? They weren’t in their home country, and the last thing they needed was Alice causing a scene and unintentionally offending someone important. Things could spiral quickly in unfamiliar territory. So, even though Hera was already fed up with Alice’s antics, she chose not to push her away.
In the end, she let Alice follow them into the prestigious three-star Michelin restaurant, Le Cinq, located inside the Four Seasons Hotel George V. Coincidentally, there was a high-profile event taking place at the time—an exclusive birthday banquet in the hotel’s grand hall.
The birthday celebrant was none other than the son of the richest man in Paris, and it was he who had extended the invitation and was treating his friends to a meal, and if outsiders wanted to join, they needed approval from the host himself. But because of the event’s formal nature, a strict dress code was in place.
As soon as Hera and her friends entered Le Cinq, they could hear the buzz of conversations about the grand event taking place—everyone was talking about how extravagant the celebration was and how generous the host seemed to be. From the sound of it, the party was expected to last well into the night.
Athena and Liz looked intrigued by the chatter, clearly tempted to peek at what the fuss was about. But their hunger won out, and with their curiosity momentarily set aside, they followed Hera into the dining area, eager to sample the renowned cuisine.
Alice, however, paused at the entrance. Her eyes landed on the small menu display in front of the luxurious Michelin three-star restaurant, and her heart sank. The prices were jaw-dropping—each dish cost nearly a thousand dollars. Having already splurged on her outfit, Alice couldn’t stomach the idea of spending more. And judging by Hera’s cold demeanor, it didn’t look like she’d be picking up Alice’s tab either.
That’s when she overheard more details about the event in the grand hall. Apparently, as long as a guest was approved at the door, they could join. And if the host really was the son of the richest man in Paris, wouldn’t it be more worthwhile to try her luck there?
Without a second thought, Alice turned and started making her way toward the grand hall. Hera noticed her slipping away but didn’t pay her much attention. She and the others continued into the restaurant, leaving Alice to her own devices.
"Good evening, Miss. Do you have a reservation?" the host greeted Hera and her friends warmly.
At first glance, he was momentarily taken aback by Hera’s beauty. His eyes instinctively lingered on her face—striking and elegant—and subtly traced her figure. For a moment, he faltered, but quickly regained his composure.
After all, working in a restaurant like this, he had seen countless stunning guests, including celebrities. Yet even among them, Hera stood out. She was unforgettable, and though he kept his professionalism, he couldn’t help but admire her just a little longer.
Hera took out her phone and opened the reservation details Cindy had sent her. She stepped closer to the staff member at the entrance, who instantly flushed as she approached. Shyly, he leaned in to glance at her screen.