Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 220

As luck would have it, they ended up at the exact same restaurant where Sabrina and the 'bumpkin' were dining.

Yvonne shot them a venomous glare and deliberately stomped her heels as loudly as possible while walking past their table.

She chose a table right next to Sabrina's. The moment she sat down, she announced to Rhoda at top volume, "Order whatever you want."

Her voice was obnoxiously loud, clearly meant to flex on Sabrina and Stella.

Sabrina rolled her eyes without an ounce of elegance.

Stella leaned over and said loudly, "Sabrina, are you full? Let's get out of here. The air just got incredibly toxic, and I'm worried someone might try to extort us into buying their lunch. You almost got scammed out of a dress earlier."

Her voice carried effortlessly, her intentions completely undisguised.

Sabrina laughed lightly. "We've been here a while, I'm stuffed. Let's go. We'll leave the leftovers so others can study our plates for inspiration, since we clearly ordered way too much. Waiter, check please!"

A waiter quickly approached. "Hello, ladies. Your table has been completely comped. You are free to leave whenever you're ready."

Sabrina smiled politely. "Wonderful, thank you."

What was going on today?

Someone paid for the clothes, and now someone comped the meal?

Sabrina suspected the 'comped' line was just an excuse—someone had obviously paid the bill in advance!

It had to be the exact same person who bought the dress, and they were definitely doing it for Stella.

Who on earth was it?

"Stella, it seems I'm entirely riding your coattails today. Seriously, who is your secret admirer?" She had promised to treat Stella today, but hadn't even gotten the chance.

"I genuinely don't know. I've been with you this whole time."

She was ninety-nine percent sure it was Julius. But was he stalking her? Or having her tailed?

She had no idea this entire luxury plaza belonged to Blackwood Group. Her husband was seriously loaded.

The two women walked out of the restaurant.

Watching them leave, Yvonne flagged down a waiter. "Since that table's meal was comped, ours is comped too, right?"

Rhoda was completely insane—Yvonne had only told her to 'order whatever' to piss off Sabrina and the bumpkin, but Rhoda had actually ordered the most expensive items on the menu. There was way too much food for the two of them to finish!

The waiter offered a flawless, professional smile. "I apologize, Miss, but your table is not eligible to be comped."

Yvonne bristled indignantly. "Then why was their table comped?"

Why did they get all the damn luck?

"That was a direct order from our manager. I'm not privy to the details." The waiter added a crisp "Enjoy your meal," and walked away.

Yvonne gritted her teeth, utterly convinced that her luck took a nosedive every single time she was near that country bumpkin. Her hatred for Stella deepened into something truly ugly.