The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49 Being Barred

From The Restaurant

Maintaining his professional smile, the waiter delivered news that sparked a fierce reaction from Rita. “You

three are now officially barred from Lonsong Restaurant. We won’t be serving you any longer.”

Rita, her face filled with anger, pointed a finger at the waiter. “I want to file a complaint against you!”

“By all means,” the waiter replied, his expression unchanged, seemingly accustomed to such confrontations.

Facing the waiter’s indifference, Rita seethed, teeth clenched in frustration.

Bruce, observing the waiter’s calm expression, was prompted to deep reflection.

In the busy city of Lyhaton, Lonsong Restaurant stood out among the many dining spots. Its reputation, built over more than a decade under its mysterious owner’s care, kept it consistently popular.

With this in mind, Bruce, hiding his irritation beneath a controlled facade, challenged the waiter. “We haven’t violated any of your restaurant’s policies. On what grounds are we being blacklisted?”

“The sight of you three seems to sour the mood of our owner’s wife.”

Bruce found himself at a loss for words.

Leah and Rita shared his confusion.

Had they somehow upset the restaurant’s owner’s wife?

They had never even learned the identity of the person behind Lonsong Restaurant.

Holding back her indignation, Leah’s voice remained calm and collected, asking, “Would you mind telling us the name of your boss’s wife?”

“Absolutely not!” the waiter responded, forcefully shutting the door.

The three were unceremoniously driven out, their pride was visibly wounded, especially Leah’s.

For Leah, a renowned celebrity, being ejected by a mere waiter was both demeaning and maddening. Nonetheless, as someone constantly in the limelight, she had no choice but to swallow the insult.

They were just turning to leave when, unexpectedly, the door swung open once more.

The waiter held a sign that boldly read, “No entry for bitches or jerks.”

Instantly, their faces clouded over with anger, struck by the outright insult.

Rita, seething, moved to confront the waiter, but Bruce sharply cut her off, saying, “Do you want to escalate this? If you can’t control yourself, head home!”

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“But 1…” Rita, consumed by anger and frustration, stomped her foot and stormed away in a fury.

Leah, aware of her public status, foresaw potential scandal. She whispered, “Bruce, perhaps it’s a misunderstanding. Let’s try the restaurant next door?”

“Sorry for this mess,” Bruce said, looking at Leah with gentle eyes.

Turning to leave, Leah shot a lingering, sharp glance at the restaurant’s closed door, a flicker of coldness in her

eyes.