King's Awakening

The shrill laughter reverberated throughout the private room, while Amy and Fenny’s faces were painted with smug expressions of schadenfreude.

At this point, Beryl Mill, who couldn’t stand their triumphant demeanor, blurted out, “What the heck is so funny? Can’t even eating shut you guys up?!

You were the ones who first wanted to change to a bigger room to begin with. Now that we’ve changed to a bigger room, again, it’s you, all sarcastic and all. Do you still want to eat today or not?

If you don’t want to eat, then get the hell out of here!”

Beryl Mill, with her fiery temper, certainly wasn’t going to tolerate Amy and her crew. Had it not been for Sherry Jones’s mediation just now, she would have probably come to blows with them by now.

But at this moment, facing Beryl’s hot temper, Amy and Fenny’s faces showed no guilt at all. Instead, they were looking at Beryl contemptuously, as if she was nothing in their eyes.

“Beryl Mill, what the hell are you talking about? Aren’t we doing all this for Sherry’s good? We’re thinking of her pocket too. Besides, what does it have to do with you?

You’re a native from River North, what gives you the right to say so much? Do you really think this is River North? This is Sayon!

Sherry herself doesn’t have a problem with it, yet you’re out here making a scene like a fishwife? I think the one who is not giving face to Sherry is you!” Amy retorted.

Upon seeing this, Fenny chimed in to support Amy, “Exactly, did Sherry say anything? What does it have to do with you? We’re doing all this for Sherry’s good!

She herself doesn’t have a problem with it, and you, an outsider, are here nagging about it. Are you so anxious because we stepped on your tail?!”

“You!”

Every word of Amy and Fenny was sharp enough to sting. This infuriated Beryl.

If this was in River North, she would have probably flipped the table and left by now.

But at that moment, Sherry Jones, who was in need, saw the awkward atmosphere in the room and hurried to speak up to smooth things over.

Though she didn’t want to face Amy and Fenny, for now, only Amy’s boyfriend could help her, so she had to swallow her pride.

Enduring some humiliation is still bearable as long as she can help White Mitchell in the end.

Seeing Sherry Jones’s subservient behavior, Beryl Mill regretted helping her set this up today even more.

The original plan was to reignite their bond as close friends. She had even bought gifts for Amy and her friends. But now, after a few years of not seeing each other, they had all become so snobbish.

Most importantly, they showed no gratitude for the times Sherry Jones had helped them, instead, they only humiliated her.

Thinking of this, Beryl was seething with anger. She folded her arms, puffed-out her cheeks and confronted them with a stern face.

‘You don’t give me a good face, I won’t give you one either!’

Seeing this, Sherry felt distressed. Beryl had been dragged into this mess because of her. Without her, Beryl wouldn’t have to endure this humiliation.

Meanwhile, seeing Beryl’s embarrassment, Amy and her crew were ecstatic, their faces filled with an increasingly triumphant look, as if they were on top of the world.

At that time, the door to the private room opened slowly, with waiters presenting one exotic dish after another.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the private room eased a bit.

But just as Sherry tried to catch a breath, Fenny’s boyfriend, Jasper Lynch, looked around and a sly smile appeared on his face.

Then, Jasper Lynch feigned surprise and said, “Miss Jones, these dishes are good, they’re all gourmet dishes, but there’s no wine!

Jimmy, don’t you agree? They say ‘good wine pairs well with fine dishes’. If we have fine dishes but no wine, it feels like something is missing.”

Frank, upon hearing this, a hint of a sly smile flashed in his eyes. He quickly caught-on and nodded and spoke indifferently, “Indeed, something is missing.”

At this moment, Amy chuckled and then turned to Sherry, “Sherry, look, your hubby-to-be booked such a nice room for you and ordered such great dishes.

We haven’t seen each other for so many years, shouldn’t we open a bottle of good wine to celebrate?”

Good wine?

Upon hearing this, Sherry was immediately put on the spot. But still, she could afford wine that cost a thousand or two.

Sherry Jones gritted her teeth, preparing to have the waiter open a bottle of wine worth around 20,000 dollars.

Just then, Amy chimed in, “Sherry, there’s no need to open something so expensive, just casually get a bottle of red wine worth around 100,000 dollars.

I remember having some of that brand with Jimmy here last time, the taste was quite nice, Jimmy said it was passable.

It can’t compare to Lafite, but it’s barely drinkable, anything with a lower price, well, wouldn’t necessarily be.”

100,000 dollar-worth red wine!?

Beryl’s volatile temper flared up again, pointing at Amy she reprimanded, “Amy, are you pushing your luck? Do you think you’re worthy of drinking a 100,000 dollars red wine?

I recall, when I brought back a 200-dollar bottle of wine to the dorm, you didn’t show off like this!

What, have a few years seen gold plastered in your mouth? Must you drink a 100,000 dollars wine?”

Amy blushes, and then throws a hostile look at Beryl, too lazy to argue with her, turning to Sherry Jones she asks, “Sherry, what do you think?”

Upon this, Fenny standing aside, sneers and comments, “Amy, your words could be misleading. If this gets out, people might think our Sherry can’t afford a hundred thousand dollar wine.

Don’t forget, Sherry is now the General Manager of the Jones Group, a trifling 100,000 dollar wine is nothing to her, right?”

After saying this, Fenny and Amy both started to laugh, their mocking tone evident in their giggles.

This…

When Sherry heard this, her face instantly displayed her unease.

100,000 dollar wine went way beyond her budget.

Though she was now indeed the General Manager of Jones Group, she can’t touch the company’s money, her pay hasn’t been issued yet, all she has presently are funds she’d scraped together here and there.

End up without enough money to pay the bill later and things could get quite embarrassing.

Feeling desperate, Sherry could only appeal for help from Beryl with her eyes.

Beryl had money, a hundred thousand dollars meant nothing to her, however, Amy’s smug attitude irritated her.

With that in mind, Beryl grabbed her phone and sent a pissed off text to White, “They want to drink expensive wine, it’s up to you. Sherry is struggling right now.”

“If you don’t have enough, I’ll cover you for now.”

Less than a minute after she’d sent her message, a waiter knocked on their private room door, carrying a bottle of brown liquor, followed by several other waiters bearing wine glasses.

Moreover, the waiter carried the liquor with the utmost respect, with white gloves on, before respectfully addressing Sherry Jones, “Miss Jones, this Wine was kept here by Mr Mitchell.”

Kept wine?

Upon hearing the words, the expressions on Amy and her friends’ faces froze in confusion.

What’s happening?

White Mitchell keeps wine at Phoenix Fragrance Tower?

Hehe…

Amy and her friends scoffed coldly, what kind of wine could White Mitchell possibly have kept here? At most, it would be a bottle of red wine worth twenty or thirty thousand dollars.

Trying to show off in front of them with this kind of wine?

Absolutely ridiculous!

Deep in this thought, Amy scoffed coldly, and mockingly said to the waiter, “There’s no need to take out a wine worth few thousand dollars, quickly take it back.

Today, we want to drink a 100,000-dollar wine!”