NovelAppChapter 1319
Eunice polished off her steak with refined grace and took a delicate sip of her red wine. "Bella, darling, I'm just going to freshen
up."
"Sure thing."
Arabella eyed the feast still sprawled across the table. Mr. Morrison had been overly generous, bringing them seven or eight dishes
in quick succession. There was no way the two of them could finish it all.
Just then, Serena strode into the restaurant and immediately spotted Arabella by the window.
The humiliation she had endured earlier on Style Plaza was burning inside her, propelling her on her stilettos straight toward
Arabella.
But before she could get far, a polite interruption cfrom the staff.
"Excuse me, miss, do you have a reservation?" the waiter inquired with a courteous tone.
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"lI know her; Serena said haughtily, nodding toward the woman sitting by the window.
The waiter recognized the quest as Ms. Bella, Mrs. Griffith's niece. Did this girl know her? Seeing they were of a similar age,
perhaps they were friends.
“Would you liketo bring another chair?"
"No need, | just have a word with her and then I'll leave"
As Serena approached Arabella, she took note of the surroundings. Arabella's seat was conveniently obscured from the nearest
surveillance camera by a structural column, and the cameras in the distance didn't seem to cover this angle either.
The other tables were far enough not to eavesdrop, and the waiters, busy clearing the remnants of a sumptuous meal, paid them
no mind.
It was a quiet hour with only a few patrons from Dawnstar scattered around, none of whom seemed to recognize her.
It felt like fate was conspiring in her favor. Spotting a half-finished glass of champagne on a recently vacated table, Serena snagged
it and stormed towards Arabella.
Arabella, absorbed in the night view beyond the massive glass wall, caught sight of an angry figure reflected in the pane. The
figure hurled the contents of a glass her way. With lightning reflexes, Arabella snatched a napkin to shield herself and dodged,
retaliating by splashing her glass of red wine at the aggressor.
Serena hadn't anticipated that her champagne assault would barely splash Arabella, nor that Arabella would douse her in red wine.
The wine cascaded down her beret, stained her face, and trickled into her dress.
Her CNL pink ensemble was ruined, and just as she let out a shriek, Arabella had her pinned against the table.
Serena's left cheek now made an intimate acquaintance with the remains of a beef dish.
By the tMr. Morrison and the waitstaff arrived, Arabella declared, "I've got this."
They were all taken aback by the audacity of the girl who dared to drench Arabella in champagne in full view of everyone.
And today of all days, with Mrs. Griffith present!
Clearly, this person was unhinged, a complete lunatic, to offend Mrs. Griffith's niece.
“What are you doing? Letgo!" Serena had intended to make a splash and dash, thinking Arabella would be too preoccupied
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But Arabella’s swift reaction caught her off guard, and what was infuriating was that only a few drops of champagne had hit
Arabella.
"Have | been too kind to you lately?" Arabella held her tight, visibly annoyed. She had previously dismissed Serena as a mere
jester, unworthy of attention, but now her brazenness was escalating.
"So fond of splashing drinks, are you?" Arabella glanced at the wine on the table. "What a shthis is a 1945 Romanée-Conti. |
can't bear to waste it. Manager, what's the cheapest swill you've got?"
Mr. Morrison quickly chimed in, "Ms. Bella, we have a 1951 Chivas Estate red wine."
“Bringtwo bottles."
“Arabella, what are you planning to do?" Serena, unable to break free, resorted to threats. "You wouldn't dare, right?"
"You've got the gall to do it in front of everyone. Why shouldn't I?"
Arabella had the wine uncorked, pressed Serena down onto the plate, and poured both bottles over her head.
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