BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 204
Matilda didn’t know that Yvan had been keeping a watchful eye on her for quite some time. She was too preoccupied with Chloe and Logan, who
were playing a game of tag through the aisles of the bustling mall, causing her to call out, "Hey, slow down...don't bump into anyone! Enough playing
around, come back!"
Logan, with a cheeky grin, ducked behind Matilda and proclaimed, "No more games, time for a feast!"
Chloe, playfully chasing after the little rascal, guided Matilda and the others toward a restaurant, which was quite the local hotspot. By the time they
arrived, a line had formed outside.
Orson clicked his tongue in apparent dislike for waiting.
With a smirk of triumph, Chloe announced, "No worries, I've got this covered. I know the manager here; I've already snagged us a spot."
And with that, she led the group past the onlookers and straight into the restaurant, ignoring the queue and heading to a private booth.
flashing a charming smile at Chloe. "Been avoiding me for too long, eh?"
"Cut the flattery," Chloe shot back with a wave of her hand. "Anyway, this is my good friend, Matilda, and that's her son."
"Nice to meet you," said the man, winking at Logan. "Your mom's a knockout."
Logan immediately stood protectively in front of Matilda, declaring, "Back off! No one's hitting on my mom!"
The little guy was as stubborn as ever about keeping men away from Matilda.
Chloe chuckled and introduced him to Matilda and the rest, "This guy's a good friend of mine, the manager of this place and head chef. He's the
genius behind several of the restaurant's signature dishes."
"That's the nicest thing you've said about me in ages," the man quipped, then turned to Orson. "And who's this gentleman?"
"He's my Uncle!" Logan quickly answered for Orson, who simply gave a nonchalant nod in agreement.
"Alright, take a look at the menu, and I'll make sure your order gets priority," the man said to Matilda. "Any dietary restrictions for your son?"
"I can eat anything!" Logan puffed out his chest, eager to prove he was grown up. "Nothing's off the table for me!"
Chloe laughed softly. "Let's start with a round of oysters, two each. The restaurant's got amazing creamed and truffle oysters, but personally, I love
them raw. If you're not used to it, Matilda, you might want to try the ones with the cheese and cream."
"Sounds good," Matilda agreed, picking out a lobster with a creamy mushroom sauce for Logan, then handed the menu to Orson.
Orson ordered a roasted foie gras and a warm glass of red wine, followed by a steak, medium-rare, with a side of fruit compote.
"Coming right up," said the man with a smile, taking the menus back. He was then called to attend to another VIP table, excusing himself with, "I'll be
back to catch up with you all in a bit."
"Go for it, the place is hopping," Chloe waved him off. They casually chatted among themselves until a shrill complaint cut through from outside.
"Do you have any idea who I am to Mr. Yeager? And you serve us this trash? Does this restaurant want to stay in business or not?"
The voice belonged to a petulant young woman causing a scene. "Don't think you're something special just because your restaurant's popular. Watch
out or we'll make sure you're blacklisted!"
Chloe stood up abruptly, banging her hand on the table.
Matilda followed her out of curiosity and saw the handsome man from before being slapped by a woman, all the while he was apologizing profusely
for any offense caused by the food not being to her taste.
Chloe's temper flared as she stepped in front of her friend, deriding the irate customer, "This establishment has sourced its ingredients internationally
since day one, and our chef holds Michelin three-star credentials! You can watch the entire cooking process through that window. Why don't you take
a long, hard look at yourself? Lack of taste and making a scene—honestly, you're better off sticking to instant noodles at home!"