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Chapter Eighty Two
Author: Pen thinker
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At that moment the air in the restaurant grew tense as the manager, a composed middle-aged man with an air of professionalism, hurried over to defuse the situation. He offered Megan a polite smile, his tone measured and calm.

“Miss, I apologize for the inconvenience,”he began, gesturing toward the staff cleaning the spilled wine. “Let’s resolve this matter quickly to ensure everyone can enjoy their meals.”

At that moment Megan seized the opportunity, her voice dripping with exaggerated indignation. “Finally, someone who understands! This man,”

she said, pointing accusingly at Megan, “tripped me and ruined my evening. That wine bottle wasn’t just expensive; it was irreplaceable. He needs to compensate me immediately!”

Immediately The manager turned to Damien, his face neutral but expectant. Damien remained calm, his expression unreadable. Instead of addressing Megan’s accusations, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, elegant gold card Sophia had given to him, saying it's
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