MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

"Do you know who the owner of this gold card is? How dare you refuse me?" Malcolm snapped.

The waiter's face changed in horror. She really didn't expect to meet such an unreasonable guest.

The owner of the restaurant happened to be there. Seeing the conflict, he hurried over to ask. "What's the matter?"

The waiter hastened to tell him what had happened.

Patty, who hadn't bothered to get involved, had waited at a distance, but when Malcolm couldn't fix it for quite a while, she came over with displeasure.

"Mr. Watson, I just want a private room for you. Can't you get it for me?" she asked, displeased.

At the sight of her, Mr. Watson's entire face immediately changed.

He said quickly and obsequiously, "Miss Sanchez, don't say that. It's just a private room. If you like it, I'll find a way."

After that, he helplessly said to Heather and the others, "I'm sorry, girls. I'll take you to another private room and give you a 15% discount, okay?"

"Forget it, Heather," Lana whispered, her neck shrinking. "The woman looks very tough."

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing," said Heather lightly.

Malcolm had thoroughly pissed her off.

Usually, she would not fight with the others for a private room. But now Malcolm was clearly picking on them. Unfortunately, it was bad timing for him.

It was Alexander who would show up today to invite her roommates to dinner. She wouldn't allow anything unpleasant to happen to them during this meal. She was the lady from the Denmark family, and Alexander was President of H & C INC. If they were bullied, weren't they too useless?

The next moment, Heather looked coldly at Mr. Watson. "Sir, isn't that against the rule?" 

"This... Please understand." Mr. Watson said helplessly.

"What if I don't understand and insist?"

Heather asked coldly.

"Heather..." Lana and Leila called her name and tugged helplessly at her sleeve. They could see that even the owner of the restaurant was afraid of the old woman. How could they provoke such a woman?

"Ho-ho," said Patty with a sneer, "Mr. Watson, these chicks look like poor students. How much can they spend? I think you'd better directly throw them out, or it will affect your business!"

"Patty, you're right," said Malcolm, relying on his master's might to bully others. "Mr. Watson, you might as well throw them out!" 

"Leila, Lana, do you have a word in mind?" said Heather with an indifferent smile. "An ugly dog is barking!"

"You...!" Malcolm turned livid with anger and said angrily, "Mr. Watson, I want you to kick them out now!"

Mr. Watson was a little hesitant before finally saying helplessly, "Ladies, could you please go to other restaurants for dinner?"

"What if I don't?" Heather continued asking.

"Heather, forget it. Let's go eat something else," Lana hurried to persuade her. They were very worried. Why was Heather so stubborn today?

"The little girl is a little grumpy, but unfortunately, you're too young," Patty sniffed and said. "I'll show you today what the word 'if you're rich enough, you can do whatever you want means!"

"Well said, Patty," said Malcolm, even more proud. He looked at Heather with malice. "If you guys are willing to kneel down and apologize to us, I may ask Mr. Watson to let you in!"

"You... Heather, let's go. Who wants to eat in such a shabby place?" Leila said angrily. Mr. Watson was out of patience and shouted, "Girls, please leave. Guards!"

"So, Mr. Watson, have you decided not to follow the rules of your restaurant?" said Heather calmly, taking out a black card as she said with regret, "So my black card doesn't work anymore? Then I'll return it to you."

Mr. Watson instantly lowered his head.

When he saw the number of the black card in her hand, his legs went limp, and he almost fell to his knees!

This black card's number was 1. He knew who owned it!

Back then, when Heather, the lady of the Denmark family, came to his restaurant for dinner and praised the delicious seafood, he personally gave her a black card with the number 1, which represented her noble status. Unfortunately, Heather was very young, and she hadn't come to their restaurant for years.

He looked at Heather carefully. Wasn't the girl in front of him exactly Heather who had grown up?

He was dying to slap himself in the face! How could he not recognize her after she grew up? Was he blind?

Noticing Heather was about to walk out with her roommates, he hurried to run after her. "Miss Denmark! Miss Denmark! I'm very sorry that I failed to recognize you. I was wrong. I was so old that I was blind. Please stay here for dinner! Waiter, hurry up and clean up the Lincoln Hall and give it the highest standard VIP treatment!"

The waiter hurried off, leaving Leila and Lana stunned.

They had never expected that the boss would be so scared after Heather took out a black card!

They looked at Heather suspiciously as if they had thought of something. Did it mean.... she was telling the truth when she usually said she was the lady of the Denmark family?

"Mr. Watson, what do you mean?" Malcolm felt very ashamed as if he had been slapped in the face, "You're not going to give Patty a face?"

"Mr. Watson, what are you doing?" Patty looked coldly at Heather, holding back her anger. This restaurant rarely offered black cards, but there were a few people who owned them. Even though she wasn't eligible to get a black card, how could Heather's identity possibly scare Mr. Watson out of wits?

In an instant, Mr. Watson's face changed. He didn't even want to explain much but simply grabbed Patty's gold card and said, "Miss. Sanchez, you can't have your gold card anymore, and you are not welcome to dine here in the future. So, guards, show the two people out!"

"You, you..." Malcolm was so angry that he couldn't speak fluently.

Patty felt more ashamed.

She smacked Malcolm in the face and said angrily, "Get out of here! Who wants to come to such a shabby place!"

As she turned her head and headed for the exit, Malcolm angrily walked past Heather.

"Heather Denmark," he said, clenching his teeth, "you're really something!"