Originally, ever since Nora Scott refused to add anyone on WeChat, causing an awkward silence, everyone just consciously ignored her, treating her like an invisible person. Occasionally, when someone spoke to her, there was an undertone of mockery or targeted remarks.
No matter how pleasing to the eye her appearance was, few people bothered to spend time and energy paying attention to her.
Now, with a reminder from this female comic book artist, everyone cast a glance towards Nora Scott and the dessert.
Even though they were both desserts, Nora Scott’s was completely different from theirs.
It seemed like some sort of special treatment...
Just as this suspicion arose, Isabella Hart took a closer look and laughed, "The staff at Virtue Retreat are really thoughtful. Nora Scott just mentioned she wanted such a dessert downstairs, and they actually remembered."
"That’s quite considerate."
The crowd echoed in agreement.
The headwaiter glanced at Isabella Hart, with a flash of displeasure in his eyes.
Nora Scott: "..." I’m over it.
She picked up the fork and ignored them, intending to taste this newly served dish.
However, Isabella Hart wouldn’t let her off the hook.
Nora Scott repeatedly showed no respect to Isabella Hart, which had long made Isabella bitter, and seeing no signs of annoyance from Nora only made her more dissatisfied.
With a slight pause, Isabella Hart slightly tugged at the corner of her mouth and proactively remarked, "Star Scott, you’re basking in Sophie’s glory this time, shouldn’t you propose a toast?"
Everyone at the dining table fell silent.
They all watched this scene unfold in unison.
No matter the situation, out of all the people at the table, Nora Scott was the only one who hadn’t toasted with Sophie...
Anyone with a bit of emotional intelligence wouldn’t refuse at this point, knowing they should take the easy way out.
Nora Scott didn’t even lift her eyelids, responding indifferently, "No, I need to save room for dessert."
As soon as she finished speaking, she speared a bit of dessert and popped it into her mouth.
She truly focused on enjoying her food.
Oh goodness, is her emotional intelligence in the negatives?!
Her action outright disregarded Isabella Hart and Sophie’s presence, leaving their faces looking rather unsightly.
With Nora Scott’s blunt style, the atmosphere once again veered into an awkward direction. Ultimately, it was unknown who changed the topic by suggesting, "Let’s start with dessert," which finally shifted the conversation.
The headwaiter witnessed all of this, a chilly smile gracing his lips, then discreetly retreated.
Several minutes later.
As everyone finished their desserts, they started discussing where to go for entertainment after the meal.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The door was knocked on again.
The dessert was done, is there another surprise?
They eagerly looked towards the door.
This time, stepping into the room wasn’t the familiar headwaiter, but a man in a manager’s uniform, exuding a polite yet detached demeanor, clearly different from everyone else in the room.
Even the manager made an appearance?
He didn’t greet them but, after glancing at the dining table, walked straight towards them.
His steps were slow and deliberate, inflaming everyone’s curiosity to the peak.
——He was headed for one particular person.
——Precisely in Sophie’s direction!
Sophie, vaguely sensing something, suddenly felt her heart leap to her throat.
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A myriad of emotions intertwined, making it difficult for Sophie to even breathe, every nerve vibrating.
The manager walked right past her without a hitch, and under everyone’s gaze, approached Nora Scott.
He bent down respectfully, "Miss Scott, how was the meal, are you satisfied?"