Eleanor's voice rang out again. "My son's been so happy lately. I haven't seen him this happy in years. And it makes my heart lighter." She said cheerfully.
"Oh, Aunty, I'm so glad to hear that." Linda chuckled. "Perhaps, he finally had time to relax after years of his hard work for the company paid off." Her voice was smooth, clear, and a little too loud to be in a VIP area.
But she didn't care. Her words were meant to be heard by her perceived rival sitting a few tables away.
Eleanor Blackwood, who was still oblivious to Anita's presence, and Linda's subtle manipulation, waved her hand. "What are you saying? Don't be so polite. How are you going to fair in this world of ours if you keep…" she began, but her voice faltered.
At that moment, the head of the restaurant appeared, leading two servers who pushed a silver-plated food trolley into the VIP section.
Victor Vincent.
The Victor.
