Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Calling the director will do no good.

You're really trying to sabotage our date on purpose, Allison.

Melany had barely finished her scathing comment when a middle-aged man appeared, attracted by the commotion.

Recognizing the restaurant manager, Colton swelled with arrogance.

He waved his silver card as if it were a trophy.

We claim the room on the top floor! Seeing the manager approaching, Melany smiled smugly.

My apologies, Allison and Rebecca.

I didn't mean for things to get so awkward.

How about I invite you to dinner to smooth things over? Fuck you! I don't need your compassion dinner.

Rebecca was determined; They weren't going to give up the VIP room on the top floor.

But the manager's approach had completely changed.

As soon as he saw Allison, his surprise turned to amazement and then pure joy.

Ignoring Colton's silver card, he stepped forward and bowed deeply to Allison.

You should have called before! We would have rolled out the red carpet for you.

How has your boss been lately? Allison asked, her demeanor calm and collected.

It's been a while since I've had dinner here.

I seem to have misplaced my black card, but I trust that the promises made to me still stand.

The manager froze momentarily, bewildered.

Allison was the one in charge here, but why had she phrased it like that? Her confusion quickly evaporated.

As soon as he caught her gaze, he understood.

Of course, Miss Clarke.

Not only does he still have his black card, but he enjoys exclusive privileges.

When you dine here, we clear the place just for you! He turned to the astonished waiters.

What are you waiting for? Start preparing the room on the upper floor! From now on, treat Miss Clarke as if she owned the place.

Melany was speechless, her confident smile frozen in disbelief.

Allison had a black card.

Colton was equally dumbfounded.

It has to be a mistake! There are only ten black cards in the world, and it is impossible for this woman to have one! Melany raised her voice, trying to get the attention of the curious.

Colton is right! How can you close the restaurant to anyone who enters? The manager's attitude turned icy.

I am fully aware that you are a silver card holder, the manager replied, his tone rigid.

But by our standards, Ms.

Clarke's status exceeds even that of a black card.

And if Mrs.

Clarke wanted to close the restaurant permanently, we would comply without batting an eyelid.

Colton's jaw dropped.

That was more than outrageous.

He couldn't get over the idea that Allison had a black card.

Furious and feeling cornered, Colton directed his sarcasm at Allison.

Where's your black card? Do you have any proof? Or are you going to do like Rebecca and say you conveniently forgot it? A cold sweat broke out on the manager's back, but since Allison was silent, he didn't dare speak.

Deep down, he was already considering revoking Colton's silver membership.

She was afraid that if another scene like this happened, she wouldn't be able to smooth things over.

Allison looked at Colton with a bewildered expression.

It's just a card.

Why would he carry it? And regardless of someone's status, Jasmine's restaurant rules don't allow cutting in line.

She reflected on how Colton had fallen the lowest since his divorce.

It was just a dinner reservation, but there he was, trying to skip the line and create a show.

The more she looked at him, the more repulsive he seemed.

Melany intervened, pleading innocence.

Don't be mad, Allison.

It's okay if you forget the black card.

There is always fingerprint verification.

I know you have integrity, but not everyone will believe it.

Someone less trustworthy might even spread the suspicion that you are receiving special treatment….

Her voice was syrupy, her eyes wide as she batted her eyelashes.

I'm just being honest.

I hope you don't take this the wrong way.

But if you really have a black card, it wouldn't hurt to confirm it, no.

He wouldn't dare! Colton scoffed, fully convinced that Allison was lying.

If it wasn't a bluff, you wouldn't trust the manager without proof.

I didn't expect Jasmine Restaurant to lower its standards.

Let anyone in these days.

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One wrong move, and you can upset the real big boys.

I wouldn't be surprised if this place fails soon.

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