Chapter 117
Marianne’s temper flared.
How dare this little brat call them rats?
Did she think that waiting tables at Le Céleste earned her so much money that she could look down on two hundred dollars?
Marianne gritted her teeth and pulled out three more bills. “Serena, it’s just a simple message. Five hundred dollars is more than enough. Don’t get greedy p>
Serena didn’t even bother to look up. Her gaze fell to the spilled soup on the floor, then she looked coolly at the manager who had just gotten the news and was now jogging toward them.
Her voice was chilling. “Mr. Collins, this spilled Pan-Seared Scallops on Saffron Velouté—make them pay for it in full. If they can’t afford it, handle it as a disruption of business. Escort them out, and then follow up to collect the corresponding damages p>
Mr. Collins?
The Wynns’ eyes widened.
This was the general manager of Le Céleste, Mr. Collins!
His status and position were even higher than their own.
How dare Serena, a low-level worker, address her own boss so casually?
She must have gotten too used to being pampered by the Wynn family, bringing her spoiled attitude to her job.
“What soup? Of course the Wynn family can afford it!” Marianne spat coldly. “And who do you think you are? You’re just a waitress. What right do you have to kick us out? We’re paying customers here at Le Céleste p>
Mr. Collins took a step forward, positioning himself squarely between Marianne and Serena, shielding her from the tirade.
His face was cold and expressionless as he addressed the Wynns. “Mr. Wynn, Mrs. Wynn, this ‘Pan-Seared Scallops on Saffron Velouté’ was personally prepared by our specially hired medicinal cuisine master. The ingredients used are all top-tier and practically priceless. The cost is one million, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. How would you like to pay p>
“One… one million, two hundred and fifty thousand?!” Marianne shrieked, her voice cracking. “This is robbery! How can a bowl of stupid soup cost over a million dollars p>
She remembered the tiny, almost invisible grease stains on her skirt, and how she had just been boasting that the soup wasn’t even as valuable as her dress.
One and a quarter million dollars!
That was countless times more expensive than the dress she was wearing!
Marianne’s face burned with humiliation.
Mr. Collins repeated himself, his tone flat. “I’ll ask again, how will Mr. and Mrs. Wynn be paying p>
“I… I Patrick’s face turned green.
They had already spent over three hundred thousand on the meal, money they had taken from the bank card Serena had left behind.
Where were they supposed to find over a million dollars to pay for a soup that was now a puddle on the floor?
“No money? Then, as Miss Serena instructed, we will treat this as a disruption of business, M Collins’s expression hardened as he nodded to the security guards.
The guards immediately moved in, unceremoniously grabbing the four of them.
“Serena! Are you just going to stand there and watch them do this to us? I’m you fourth brother Logan struggled, but a guard twisted his. arm and began dragging him out.
He grimaced in pain, staring at Serena, expecting her to rush forward and protect him like she always used to.
But the girl’s expression remained cold, showing no intention of intervening.
His eyes widened as a strange sense of familiarity washed over him—why did this feel so familiar? It was exactly like the time they were thrown out of Obsidian Palace.
And both times, it was because of Serena!
“Let go of me! Are you crazy? We are legitimate, paying customers at Le Céleste!” This time, Hailey was also being restrained by a quard She couldn’t stand it and yelled at Mr. Collins, “She’s just a piece of trash who waits tables! You’re treating your customers like this for a waitress? I’m going to expose you all p>