Chapter 70:

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“Calling the manager won’t help. Are you really trying to sabotage our date on purpose, Allison?”

Melany barely finished her biting comment when a middle-aged man appeared, drawn by the commotion.

Colton, recognizing the restaurant’s manager, puffed up with arrogance. He waved his silver card like a trophy. “We’re claiming the top floor’s room!”

Seeing the manager approach, Melany flashed a smug grin. “My apologies, Allison and Rebecca. I didn’t mean for things to get so awkward. How about I treat you both to dinner to smooth things over?”

“Shove it! I don’t need your pity dinner!”

Rebecca was resolute; they weren’t about to relinquish the VIP room on the top floor.

But the manager’s focus had shifted entirely. The moment he laid eyes on Allison, his surprise morphed into shock, and then pure joy. Ignoring Colton’s silver card, he stepped forward and bowed deeply to Allison. “You should have called ahead! 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 dined here. I seem to have misplaced my black card, but I trust the promises made to me still hold?”

The manager froze momentarily, puzzled. Allison was the one in charge here, but why did she phrase it like that?

His confusion evaporated quickly. The instant he caught her pointed gaze, he understood. “Of course, Ms. Clarke! Not only do you still have your black card, but you hold exclusive privileges. When you dine here, we clear the place just for you!”

He turned to the stunned waitstaff. “What are you all waiting for? Start preparing the top-floor room! From now on, treat Ms. Clarke as if she owns the place!”

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Melany was left speechless, her confident smile frozen in disbelief. Allison had a black card?

Colton was equally flabbergasted. “This has to be a mistake! There are only ten black cards in the world, and there’s no way this woman has one!”

Melany raised her voice, trying to rally the attention of the onlookers. “Colton’s right! How can you just close the restaurant for anyone who walks in?”

The manager’s attitude turned frosty.

“I’m fully aware that you are a silver cardholder,” the manager replied, his tone stiff. “But according to our rules, Ms. Clarke’s status surpasses even that of a black card. And if Ms. Clarke wanted to shut down the restaurant permanently, we would comply without batting an eye.”

Colton stood there, dumbfounded. This was beyond outrageous! He couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea that Allison could possess a black card.

Furious and feeling cornered, Colton directed his sarcasm at Allison. “Where’s your black card? Got any proof? Or are you going to pull a Rebecca and say you conveniently forgot it?”

A cold sweat trickled down the manager’s back, but with Allison staying silent, he dared not speak. Deep down, he was already considering revoking Colton’s silver membership. He feared that if another scene like this unfolded, he wouldn’t be able to smooth things over.

Allison regarded Colton with a bewildered expression. “It’s just a card. Why would I carry it around? And regardless of someone’s status, the rules of the Jasmine Restaurant don’t allow cutting in line.”

She mused to herself about how Colton had only sunk lower since their divorce. It was just a dinner reservation, yet here he was, trying to jump the queue and create a spectacle. The more she looked at him, the more repulsive he appeared.

Melany interjected, claiming innocence. “Don’t get mad, Allison. It’s not a big deal if you forget your black card. There’s always fingerprint verification. I know you have integrity, but not everyone will believe that. Someone less trustworthy may even spread suspicions that you are receiving special treatment…” Her voice was syrupy, her eyes wide as she batted her lashes. “I’m simply being honest. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. But if you truly do have a black card, it wouldn’t hurt to confirm it, right?”

“She wouldn’t dare!” Colton sneered, fully convinced Allison was lying. “If she wasn’t bluffing, she wouldn’t be relying on the manager without evidence. I did not anticipate Jasmine Restaurant to reduce its standards. Allowing anyone in these days… One false move, and you may upset the genuine big shots. I wouldn’t be surprised if this place fails shortly.”

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