“You are sensible,” Monique harrumphed. She too was hungry. It would be a waste if she did not enjoy such a treat from this rich man.
Monique had finally come to realize that a meal was so trivial to him compared to the big pile of clothes he bought.
There was a high-class restaurant right opposite the supermarket. It was the restaurant they went to the last time.
The high tea here was truly delicious.
Two beautiful waitresses were wiping the table close to the door in the restaurant while chatting softly.
“Why do we have such a tough life wiping tables everyday. When will we be freed from this life?” Waitress A frowned, feeling very furious.
“You will be freed if you dated a rich man,” teased Waitress B. It was not easy for waitresses like them to date a rich man.
“That’s true. Do you remember the lady who brought a kid along, looking shabby yet dated the Young Master Moore? I guess she must be a mistress.” Waiter A was spirited up as she started gossiping.
“Even such a shabby looking person can be together with Young Master Moore. She must have used some dirty tricks. How disdainful!” Despite what she said, she was clearly unresigned. She then raised her head and looked out.
Speak of the devil.
“Hello, welcome!” They promptly bowed down 90 degrees, looking very professional, maintaining the high standard.
Henry was a very respectful Diamond VIP member there. He was the top class tycoon in B City, a handsome and wealthy bachelor.
They saw Monique and Angel behind him as they stood up. They were both wearing luxurious dresses, looking beautiful like two little princesses.
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