Chapter 118
In front of the Wynns, Mr. Collins turned and bowed respectfully to Serena. “My apologies, Miss, for this disturbance p>
Then, his gaze turned icy as he looked at Hailey. “This is Miss Serena. Miss Lancaster is Le Céleste’s most honored guest. Her requests are our highest command p>
“And now, your family is the ‘trash’ that needs to be cleared out p>
Mr. Collins, usually a man of impeccable etiquette, spoke without a hint of courtesy.
He gestured with his finger. “Throw the Wynn family out. All their expenses will be refunded immediately. From this day forward, the Wynn family will be permanently blacklisted from Le Céleste. They are never to be served again p>
He didn’t even bother with the pretense of being polite.
The Wynns’ faces turned ashen, their eyes wide with disbelief.
They stared at Serena, standing there coolly in her chef’s apron, completely unable
to believe that she could be an honored guest at Le Céleste.
They had investigated her thoroughly.
Serena’s biological family was a bunch of nobodies from the slums a paralyzed grandfather, a drunk, unemployed father, and three brothers too poor to even find wives.
It was the perfect picture of poverty!
But regardless of whether they believed it or not, the security guards were dragging them outside.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, they were thrown out of Le Céleste in utter disgrace.
Their hair was a mess, their clothes wrinkled.
They stared in disbelief as they saw Mr. Collins speaking respectfully to Serena,
who then turned to speak with the elderly chef who had been standing beside her.
Then, the two of them walked away together.
Mr. Collins followed them deferentially.
“It’s fake… it must all be fake!” Marianne clutched her chest, her face pale and twisted with rage. “How could that little brat be some
honored guest? It must be
must have used that face of hers to seduce Mr. Collins! He’s just putting on an act to trick us p>
“That’s right! She’s just a shameless little tramp! She probably got a job as a chef here by selling herself to that old man p>
Patrick was also seething with anger. This humiliation was more than he, the self- proclaimed head of a prominent family, could bear.
He was furious. “Bad blood is bad blood. We raised her for all those years only to nurture such an ungrateful snake! Not only is she unthankful, but she’s also colluding with outsiders to humiliate us p>
All those years of raising her were a complete waste!
As they stood there, spewing all sorts of vile insults at Serena as if it could restore a shred of their
pathetic dignity, a black Maybach pulled up to the main entrance of Le Céleste.
The car door opened.
A tall, elegant figure stepped out, catching the eyes of the Wynn family.
The man was dressed in a black shirt, his handsome face devilishly charming and exuding a lazy, seductive aura. It was a face that could cause trouble.
He seemed to be in a good mood, the corners of his thin lips curved into a faint smile as he walked with a languid yet graceful stride.
Hailey’s gaze was instantly locked on him.
Nicholas Blackwood!
The heir to the Blackwood family, the top-tier elite family of Vaelion City, a man so far above them he was practically unreachable.
Even though her advances at Obsidian Palace had been met with complete indifference from him, seeing Nicholas again still made her heart pound uncontrollably.