Chapter 838 Michelin Restaurant 2
The staff, sensing the shift in mood, responded swiftly. He nodded and began drawing the curtains from all sides, enclosing their booth in a soft, muted elegance. Once done, he respectfully handed them the menu and excused himself, leaving them in peace.
He stepped out briefly to fetch some water and a bread basket for Hera and her friends—an elegant way to whet their appetite while they browsed the menu, subtly encouraging them to order more. Not long after, the staff returned. He had already informed the manager of Hera’s arrival, and upon hearing the name, the manager had personally assigned him to attend to their table for the evening.
Carrying a chilled pitcher of water, a selection of freshly baked bread, and an assortment of butters and spreads, the staff returned with a polite smile, clearly eager to serve. It was a small but thoughtful gesture, setting the tone for the refined dining experience to come.
As soon as the staff arrived at the door of Hera’s booth, he noticed the VIP guest from the neighboring booth lingering nearby, casting him an uncomfortable glance. The man glanced at him with an unreadable expression, which neither looked fierce nor commanding, but his aura was still seeping from his body, making the staff feel as though he had done something wrong.
Shaking off the unease, he entered the booth and quietly placed the still-warm bread and assortment of butters at the center of the table, then proceeded to pour water into each glass.
Athena, tired from all the chatting, immediately reached for her glass and took a refreshing sip. Liz, on the other hand, helped herself to a piece of bread. Minerva joined the others in conversation after checking in with her brother, who had been pestering her for updates about Hera.
Earlier, Minerva had secretly snapped a photo of Hera admiring the artwork—her serious, focused expression giving her a different kind of elegance. Then, after Hera changed into her dress, Minerva took another candid shot of her standing in front of the full-length mirror, capturing her beauty from a more vulnerable and natural angle.
After seeing the photos, Rafael sent Minerva another million dollars, which made her giggle like she’d just won the lottery. She thought to herself that with a few more "pocket money" transfers from her brother, she’d have enough to kickstart her dream of becoming a beauty influencer or lifestyle blogger. With that kind of budget, she could splurge on clothes, makeup, and accessories without a second thought.
In her good mood, Minerva happily joined in the conversation with the others, not even realizing that Alice had slipped away. Without noticing it herself, Minerva had let go of Alice—no longer treating her as the center of her world, her confidante, or best friend.