Chapter 429 Atlantic Salmon
Elizabeth held her arm and playfully scolded, "Sarah, let it go. Don't make it tough for them."
Sarah winked. "I'm just messing around."
As she flipped through the menu, she casually asked, "Michael comes here a lot, right? Think they have Atlantic Salmon if he shows up?"
The waiter stayed silent.
Elizabeth picked up her water glass. "Sarah, why bring him up when it's just us?"
Sarah whispered, "I saw his Rolls-Royce Phantom in the parking lot before we came in. He's definitely around."
After ordering, she handed the tablet back to the waiter and said to Elizabeth, "What do you think Michael would do if he knew you were here?"
Elizabeth took a sip of water. "I don't care what he'd do. I only know you brought me here. I didn't come on my own. Did you plan this?"
"No, no, no, it's just a coincidence."
Sarah pouted. "Elizabeth, is it so hard to admit you still have feelings for him?"
"Sarah, you're wrong. I've always had feelings for him. I just can't forgive him. If I didn't care, it wouldn't bother me. It's because I care so much that I can't stand him hurting me over and over."
Sarah's smile faded, and she gently held Elizabeth's hand. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I shouldn't have brought up something that makes you sad."
"It's okay. After all, it's the truth."
It was still early, and the restaurant wasn't busy. The waiter quickly brought their dishes.
"Enjoy your meal, ladies!"
The waiter stepped away.
Elizabeth tasted a few bites and nodded. "Sarah, the dishes you ordered are really good."
Sarah was still disappointed. "Too bad we didn't get to try the Atlantic Salmon today."
Elizabeth comforted her. "It's not a big deal. We can come back another day and have it."
Sarah pouted again. "It's not the same. The Atlantic Salmon won't be as fresh next time. It's the best right now."
Elizabeth called over a nearby waiter. "Excuse me, is there really no Atlantic Salmon left? Do you have any backup meals? What if a VIP shows up and wants Atlantic Salmon?"
The waiter hesitated. "Well..."
As they were talking, a group of people walked in. Elizabeth and Sarah instinctively looked over.
Leading the group was Michael, followed by his bodyguards and a few other men.
The waiter quietly said to them, "I'm really sorry, ladies. We don't have any backup. Even VIPs need to pre-order because many ingredients are flown in fresh and require time."
Michael, who was walking away, had already noticed Elizabeth. He turned to the man beside him and asked, "Tony, do those ladies have any issues?"
The man called "Tony" was the restaurant manager. He immediately replied, "Mr. Thomas, please go upstairs. I'll check on them."
Michael nodded and went upstairs, surrounded by his entourage.
Tony jogged over to Elizabeth and Sarah, smiling. "Ladies, I'm Tony, the front desk manager. Do you have any suggestions for our restaurant?"
Elizabeth smiled back. "Tony, sorry to bother you. My friend really wants to try your Atlantic Salmon. Even though we didn't pre-order, she's very eager to taste it."
Sarah felt a bit childish, like she was demanding candy. She apologized to the waiter beside her. "Sorry for the hassle."
The waiter quickly bowed. "I'm sorry we couldn't provide the dish you wanted. We hope you understand our restaurant's limitations."
Sarah thought to herself, 'This isn't a limitation; it's clearly a marketing tactic. The more customers can't get something, the more they want it, and they'll definitely come back.'
Tony returned upstairs and stood beside Michael, explaining everything that had happened downstairs.
Michael turned slightly and could see Elizabeth's table.
He instructed, "Send the Atlantic Salmon I ordered today to their table."
His bodyguard reminded him, "Mr. Thomas, you've been wanting to try the Atlantic Salmon here for a long time. Are you just going to give it to Elizabeth?"
Michael lazily replied, "Didn't you see they wanted it? Let them have it."
The bodyguard couldn't say anything, thinking to himself, 'You're spoiling her! See if she cares about you!'
When the waiter brought the Atlantic Salmon to Elizabeth's table, Sarah's eyes lit up. "Atlantic Salmon?"
Elizabeth was puzzled. "Didn't they say we didn't pre-order?"
The waiter respectfully answered, "This was ordered by Mr. Thomas of Stellar Enterprises. He specifically asked for it to be sent to you ladies."
Sarah beamed. "Elizabeth, I'm lucky to have you today. Let's enjoy this once-a-year delicacy."
Elizabeth felt something and looked up at the second floor, where she could see the seat. Michael was facing the terrace, showing her his back.
Sarah, satisfied with the fish, asked, "What's up, Elizabeth? Do you want to thank him? No rush, they won't finish quickly. You can call him later. Or do you want to thank him in person? I can go with you."
Sarah gave Elizabeth a suggestive look.
Elizabeth shook her head. "There are several people at his table. It would be awkward to just go over. I'll send him a message."
They chatted and ate, taking their time with the meal.
Michael's table finished quickly. Before leaving, Michael glanced at their table.
By now, the restaurant was full. Michael walked through, attracting many eyes.
Sarah also looked over.
She whispered to Elizabeth, "Elizabeth, they ate so fast! They're leaving already."
Elizabeth turned slightly, seeing Michael exit the door, catching his back again.
"Sarah, let's go too. We've been out for a while. I'm worried Francis might be crying for me at home."
She waved to the waiter to get the check.
The waiter walked over, smiling. "Ladies, Mr. Thomas has already paid for your table."
Elizabeth was surprised, her phone still on the payment screen. "When did he pay?"
"Before he left, he paid for both tables."
Sarah laughed. "Elizabeth, now you're tangled up with him again."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her. "It's just a meal. I'll transfer the money to him."
She asked the waiter for the bill, took a photo, and sent it to Michael, along with the payment.
Elizabeth: [Michael, here's the money. Thanks for the Atlantic Salmon.]
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