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The Tate family wasn’t without power in Jouver, but Heath had always kept a low profile and never liked
using his influence to pressure people in public.
Veronica quietly looked at his hand clasped with Eleanor’s.
She thought back to when she had just given birth to the twins and was recuperating at a postpartum
center.
A socialite had shown up one day, insisting that the room Veronica was staying in had been reserved by
her first, despite not providing any proof.
In the freezing cold of December, Veronica had to carry her babies with her and was forced out of the
room.
That socialite even purposely blocked her in the hallway, refusing to let her leave.
Veronica had waited five hours for Heath to arrive. Back then, he had only glanced at the twins and
warned her coldly, “Don’t make a scene.”
Then, he took her to another fancier postpartum center.
She used to think that Heath was just emotionally detached, unwilling to get involved in conflicts.
It wasn’t until Eleanor appeared that she realized just how wrong she had been.
When she thought about it now, Veronica felt like a heavy weight was pressing down on her chest. It
pressed down so hard she could hardly breathe.
She didn’t hold out much hope. No matter how good this restaurant owner’s business was, there was no way he would pick a fight with the Tate family just for her.
With Heath stepping forward, the others all looked even more confident, as if they already had the victory
in hand.
“Well, tough luck.” Evan waved his hand and let out a cold laugh. “If there’s one thing I’ve got plenty of, it’s
enemies. Ronan, show them out.”
In an instant, more than a dozen burly security guards appeared from all directions. The entire crowd
gasped.
Heath’s gaze turned icy as he lowered his voice in warning. “I’d think twice before crossing the Tate
family.”
Evan rolled his eyes impatiently. “What’s taking so long? When you throw them out, don’t mess up those
two pretty fools. I want them in one piece. I’ll have my fun with them later,”
Heath clenched his fist. He gave Evan a long, hard look before saying to the others, “Let’s go.”
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However, Archie was still reluctant, cursing out loud. In the end, he was carried and thrown out of the
restaurant by ten security guards.
Other than that one time he woke up naked in the middle of nowhere, he had never been so humiliated in
his entire life.
The two “pretty fools” who had just watched this play out felt like their blocked chest instantly cleared up.
Veronica couldn’t believe it. It all felt surreal, almost like a dream.
After tossing out the group of show–offs, Evan turned to look at the two of them.
“We’re leaving now,” Courtney quickly uttered, dragging Veronica with her in an attempt to flee immediately.
Getting tossed out would be too embarrassing.
Evan called out lazily, “Where are you two running off to? At least stay and have something to eat before you go.”
The two of them froze in place.
Five minutes later, they were seated in a private VIP room, decorated in an elegant, classic style. Every vase in there looked like it could cost a million dollars.
The entire room had sweeping views of the most beautiful parts of the restaurant.
Soon, more than 20 beautifully crafted dishes were brought out one after another. Each dish was a masterpiece, and none of them were even on that day’s regular menu.
Courtney and Veronica were stunned. They were being completely spoiled!
They ate their hearts‘ content that night, and Evan himself personally delivered the final dish.
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them dig in so happily, he actually felt a surprising sense of satisfaction.
If you can’t finish them, I’ll make an exception and let you take them to–go,” he teased.
most choked from her shock. She had endless questions in her mind.
Was weird. This chef, who had always been known for his explosive temper, was suddenly acting so
However, Evan didn’t seem interested in chatting. After setting down the last dish, he turned and walked
out.
Evan headed straight to a small, private side room. He couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer.
“William! Spill. Which one of them is my cousin into?” he asked.
William tried to stay calm, saying, “Guess.”
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Evan sucked in a sharp breath. “You little punk!”
“Oh, I just remembered that Mr. Thomas told me to deliver a document. I’ve got to run, Mr. Evan!”
Just like that, William bolted out of the room.
Evan stood there, stunned.
William’s poker face had gotten better.
Evan thought back to the crying woman with a husband. Judging by how lovestruck she was, she didn’t seem like someone who’d rush to get a divorce.
Ashton might’ve been single for almost 30 years, but he wouldn’t cross a line like that.
Could it be… that tough, intimidating woman who was with her?
Evan felt like he had just uncovered a huge secret.
But the more he thought about it, the harder it was to picture cold, aloof Ashton liking someone like that.
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