CHAPTER 233
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The general manager, Ms. Arlen, narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Javier,” she repeated, turning toward the maître d’. “You said there was no such name on the list?”

The maître d’, suddenly less sure of himself, glanced at the guestbook. “I... I didn’t see it. He didn’t give a last name.”

“I didn’t need to,” Javier replied coolly. “The table was reserved by someone else. Under mine.”

Ms. Arlen tilted her head, thoughtful. Then she turned to the hostess behind the podium. “Check the private reservation list. Cross-reference with the event suite.”

The hostess hesitated. “Um, I think there’s a booking under—uh—Everhart. But it didn’t say Mr. Javier specifically—”

The name dropped like a thunderclap in the room.

The maître d’ turned pale. The busboy froze mid-step.

Ms. Arlen’s lips parted just slightly, a crack in her otherwise flawless demeanor.

“You mean... Javier Everhart?” she asked carefully.

Javier gave a faint nod. “Yes.”

For the first time, the restaurant fell silent.

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