Chapter 942 - Apologize Or Suffer The Consequences

Before the ma?tre d’ could intervene and mediate between Wei Lan and the high society matrons, René Alejandro spoke for the first time since the conflict started.

"When your owner personally greeted me when I arrived at this hotel yesterday and invited me to try dining at his so-called exclusive restaurant, he assured me that all of the patrons here have class, good manners, and are well-versed in proper etiquette," he told the ma?tre d’ in accented Mandarin before sweeping a cold look at the matrons. "I guess your owner lied to me, no? From what I’m seeing, this place is no different from a local fish market where old shrews gossip about others left and right."

The matrons’ expressions turned ugly, knowing that he was insulting them.

"Cancel my dinner reservation. Inform your owner that I’m extremely disappointed in his restaurant. I’ll tell my friends abroad not to visit this place when they come to China. Calling these classless people VIPs and allowing them access to an exclusive place is an insult to the true elites of this country, no?"

The ma?tre d’ started to sweat but still managed to appear calm on the outside. "Sir Aguila, how about we discuss this first? Let me call our owner and—"

René Alejandro ignored him and started talking to Wei Lan instead. "Mamá, let’s eat at another restaurant, yes?"

Wei Lan was unable to recover that quickly from her fury so all she could do at the moment was nod at her stepson’s suggestion.

Noticing the way he addressed Wei Lan, one of the matrons asked him, "Are you the Spanish viscount’s son?"

He only gave her a cold glance, not bothering to answer her. Then he smiled at Wei Lan, took her hand and placed it carefully on his elbow. "Let’s go, Mamá. And come, Randy my friend. We shall go to another better restaurant that is not like a fish market filled with old shrews, yes?"

"Yes! Lead the way, René Alejandro!" Randy glared at the matrons who were watching them with dark expressions. "Hmph!"

The ma?tre d’ followed them while apologizing profusely. Just when the group was about to exit the restaurant, René Alejandro suddenly stopped and looked back at the wives. His gaze could freeze the souls out of people and send them straight to hell. It was a great contrast to his usual charming expression that looked friendly because of his dimples.

"By the way, our family and when I say that, I mean the entire Viscountcy of Castillo de Estrellas of Espa?a, demands an apology from all of you," he told them. "My father and I will never tolerate anyone from disrespecting and insulting the lady of our house and her daughter. Do yourselves a favour and provide the lawful Vizcondesa of Castillo de Estrellas a sincere and proper apology from each of you or suffer the consequences, yes?"

Half of the wives looked intimidated by his threat while the other half didn’t put him in their sight at all. They didn’t think that he was that important to threaten them. After all, this was China, not Spain!

After saying his piece, René Alejandro no longer paid any attention to the matrons and the ma?tre d’ who was still apologizing and trying to get him back inside the restaurant. René Alejandro led Wei Lan and Randy out of the exclusive restaurant without looking back and asked the two bodyguards waiting for them outside if they knew other good restaurants in the area.

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There was another good, high-class restaurant in the hotel’s main floor but René Alejandro didn’t look too enthusiastic about it. In the end, the bodyguards drove the group to a nearby one-star Michelin restaurant.

This time, Wei Lan was able to flex her status in the country as Jin Liwei’s future mother-in-law—"future" because the general public still didn’t know that Iris Long and Jin Liwei had already married a few days ago. The one-star Michelin restaurant was able to squeeze their group for a full-course dinner tonight on short notice without prior reservation because of Jin Liwei’s powerful name.

Back at the secret exclusive restaurant, security guards escorted out the indignant matrons while the ma?tre d’ was frantically explaining what happened to the owner on the phone. The surrounding people could hear the owner yelling at the ma?tre d’.

As for the waiter who cheered for Wei Lan earlier, he resumed his duties and served his assigned private room where the guests inside still had no idea that something so interesting happened in the common lounge area. When he finally got his short break, he immediately logged in online.

Although all employees were prohibited from sharing details about the exclusive restaurant to the public, he couldn’t keep what happened tonight to himself especially when it involved Boss Iris and her mother, Vizcondesa Lan!

"I’ll just share general information, not specific details," he muttered to himself while typing on his phone. "I’ll swap some names and I should be fine."

Within minutes of him posting on the Black Stars’ members-only forum, many of his comrades reacted with fury. The fan club’s elite troll group, the Slippers Army, was quickly summoned led by KittyBaby. It seemed that KittyBaby’s polite yet extremely vengeful real-life little brother, PantherBaby, was busy with his new job working for their uncle.

The Slippers Army’s aim was to publicly shame the high society wives for their shrewish and classless behaviour towards Boss Iris and her mother, the viscountess.

"I guess I’ll get fired after this incident goes public," the waiter commented with a deep sigh. However, there was no regret in his tone, only resignation.

"Don’t worry, spaghetti! The cute and mighty KittyBaby will ask my daddy to contact your boss and not fire you because you’re a good boy who’s loyal to my mo—Boss Iris. Meow~"

The waiter didn’t believe his weird, meowing but extremely lovable comrade. Nevertheless, he still thanked her good-naturedly. He knew that only a few super VIPs had direct contact to the owner of the exclusive restaurant. Although he didn’t know the identity of KittyBaby’s father, he couldn’t possibly have direct contact to the owner, could he?