The private dining room exuded an air of opulence, its antique decor surrounding a massive table that could easily seat twenty people.
Yet at this moment, only Mr. Marson and Beauty occupied the space.
A waiter presented the menu, and Mr. Marson lifted his gaze, passing it to her with a silent gesture for her to order.
Beauty exhaled slowly.
If someone was treating her to a meal, why hold back?
After all, this was a seven-star hotel—a single meal here could easily cost more than her monthly living expenses and pocket money combined.
Might as well indulge while she had the chance.
She deliberately selected the most expensive dishes.
Though some names were unfamiliar, the eye-popping prices listed beside them brought an undeniable thrill.
The waiter politely took the menu to the kitchen, leaving the vast room empty except for her and Beauty.
Everyone else remained stationed outside.
Pretending not to be nervous was impossible—her palms were already damp.
