Life at the Top

“We have to attend this dinner,” Conrad said darkly.

Mitch nodded. He did not dare skip dinner when Henry was personally inviting him.

That night, they left the villa and made their way to the restaurant.

The restaurant was a hidden establishment by the Southface River shore, not too far from the large overbridge built last year that linked the two banks. Lights shone brightly every night, making it a stunning sight.

Serving one of Nauritus City’s best Falc cuisines, the Imperial Kitchen required ordinary folks to place a reservation at least a week in advance in order to dine there.

However, considering Jasper’s status and identity, the man did not need to make a reservation anywhere he went.

The Imperial Kitchen, for example, was considered a very distinguished restaurant. Yet, when Jasper had come here before to host guests, the owner had brought the general manager and the main chef over to greet him. The service was similar to how one would treat a king’s arrival.

and shook the hand of a slightly chubby man by the name

Mr. Reese. My

status, Orson might be the owner of Imperial Kitchen, but he still had to

startled in the face of Jasper’s respect. He shook Jasper’s hand with both of his and he bowed with a ninety-degree

you’re willing to eat at the Imperial Kitchen, Mr. Laine. It’s only right we come to greet you in

this to please him, such

to trouble you then, Mr.

private room’s already been prepared, so please follow

Jasper and Henry following them

you so polite to people like this

walked with an expression so dark it deterred people from engaging him in conversation.

smile and a few polite words for us, yet it leaves a good impression and helps their reputation. It might not seem

was a monster when

this? I’m starting to believe even your farts are timed and purposeful at this point. Seriously, I don’t even know how you haven’t f*cked yourself over with how