Chaptrr509 “ROBECA, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” The shout ripped through the restaurant corridor like a blade through silk.Every sound died. Forks froze mid air. Conversations snapped shut. Even the soft background music seemed to falter for a heartbeat. Robeca stopped so abruptly that her heels scraped against the polished floor. Her back stiffened, and the hand she had raised toward the entrance of the private room hung there uselessly, fingers trembling. She turned around slowly.The color drained from her face. “M..Manager Krel…” she said, voice tight, bowing reflexively. Felix, Serena, and Christene halted behind her. Footsteps approached..heavy, impatient, full of ownership. A man strode out from the inner corridor, his presence loud even before he spoke again. He wore a sharply cut suit, the kind that announced wealth without apology. A thick ring gleamed on his finger, and his expression was already twisted in irritation, as though the world had inconv

Chapter511 The glass doors of Cherrly Restaurant slid shut behind them with a soft, final sound. Felix and the girls stopped walking. For a brief moment, the three of them stood on the pavement outside, the glow of the restaurant’s massive signboard washing over their faces in pale gold light. No one spoke Among them, Traffic moved in the distance. A hover billboard flickered across the street. Laughter drifted faintly from somewhere down the avenue. Christene was the first to turn around. She looked up at the building. Her lips pressed together. “…What a waste,” she muttered. Serena followed her gaze. The disappointment in her eyes was quiet but unmistakable. “I was actually looking forward to eating there,” she said softly. “Everyone talked about this place like it was special.” Felix didn’t answer immediately. He stared at the entrance they’d just left. the polished doors, the uniformed staff visible through the glass, the illusion of refinement that now felt thin a

Chapter513 The gates of the Victorium section of the Imperial Guesthouse opened silently as the SUV rolled to a smooth stop. Warm lantern light spilled across the marble driveway, reflecting softly off carved pillars and carefully trimmed hedges. The atmosphere here was nothing like the noise and tension of the city outside. It was quiet. Ordered. Safe. Victor stepped out first and opened the door. Felix exited the vehicle, followed by Serena and Christene. The moment their feet touched the ground, several imperial guards stationed along the path straightened sharply. “Your Majesty.”“Welcome back.” “Good evening, Empress.” Maids in light robes bowed deeply, hands folded respectfully, eyes lowered. Christene glanced around, stretching her arms slightly. “Ah… finally. Somewhere that doesn’t make me want to flip a table.” Serena smiled faintly. “You handled yourself well back there.” Christene scoffed. “Please. I was this close to verbally dismembering that manager.

Chapter515 Felix did not rush his meal. He ate the way he did most things, calmly, deliberately, without letting emotions cloud his senses. The dining hall of the Victorium guesthouse was warm and softly lit, the long table filled with carefully prepared dishes that balanced nutrition and taste. Steam curled lazily from bowls of soup. The faint clink of cutlery echoed in a steady, comforting rhythm. Across from him, Serena ate more slowly than usual, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. Christene, on the other hand, had regained some of her appetite, though her mood still flickered between irritation and amusement.“…I still can’t believe that man,” she muttered between bites. “I swear, if arrogance could ferment, he’d be a fine vintage.” Serena smiled faintly. “At least we left before things escalated.” Felix set his utensils down neatly. “They already escalated. Just not loudly.” Christene glanced at him. “You mean you’re planning something.” Felix didn’t answer directl

Chapter517 For a moment, the restaurant forgot how to breathe. The words Felix had spoken hung in the air like an invisible hammer, heavy and immovable. New owner. Not just Krel. Not just the security guards. Every single employee in Cherrly Restaurant stared at Felix as if they had collectively misheard him. The faint hum of the lights above seemed unnaturally loud. Somewhere near the kitchen, a glass slipped from someone’s trembling fingers and shattered against the floor with a sharp clang the sound jolting everyone back into the moment. “…What?” someone whispered. “Did he just say… owner?” “That’s impossible… Cherrly is owned by a board..” Krel laughed. It was loud. Forced. Hollow.The kind of laugh people used when reality hit too hard to accept. “Hah… hahaha!” Krel said, clutching his stomach as if the joke were unbearable. “This is..this is a good one.” He wiped imaginary tears from the corner of his eyes and looked straight at Felix, his smile twitching.