“We have to attend this dinner,” Conrad said darkly.
Mitch nodded. He did not dare skip dinner when Henry was personally inviting him.
That night, they left the villa and made their way to the restaurant.
The restaurant was a hidden establishment by the Southface River shore, not too far from the large overbridge built last year that linked the two banks. Lights shone brightly every night, making it a stunning sight.
Serving one of Nauritus City’s best Falc cuisines, the Imperial Kitchen required ordinary folks to place a reservation at least a week in advance in order to dine there.
However, considering Jasper’s status and identity, the man did not need to make a reservation anywhere he went.
The Imperial Kitchen, for example, was considered a very distinguished restaurant. Yet, when Jasper had come here before to host guests, the owner had brought the general manager and the main chef over to greet him. The service was similar to how one would treat a king’s arrival.
Jasper alighted the car and shook the hand of a slightly chubby man by the name of Orson Reese.
“I didn’t expect to disturb you, Mr. Reese. My apologies,” Jasper said with a respectful smile.
Considering Jasper’s current identity and status, Orson might be the owner of Imperial Kitchen, but he still had to tend to Jasper’s whims.
Orson was rather startled in the face of Jasper’s respect. He shook Jasper’s hand with both of his and he bowed with a ninety-degree angle as he replied.
“It’s an honor that you’re willing to eat at the Imperial Kitchen, Mr. Laine. It’s only right we come to greet you in person. We’ve already canceled all other reservations today and cleared the restaurant just to serve you well today, Mr. Laine.”
Despite knowing that Orson was only saying this to please him, such treatment had greatly stroked Jasper’s ego.
“I’ll have to trouble you then, Mr. Reese,” Jasper smiled.
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