Chapter 459 The Pretentious Susanne
In the private room, Gregory ordered some desserts for Susanne. Seeing Susanne return, he waved at her. "Susanne, come over."
Susanne glanced at the desserts, showing no interest. "Don't you know that desserts are supposed to be eaten after the meal? What do you mean by ordering a whole table of them now? How am I supposed to eat the main course? You're such a bumpkin; you have no table manners at all. And, let me make it clear; I don't like sweets."
Zoe heard this and looked up at Susanne. Zoe remained silent still.
Gregory awkwardly withdrew his hand. "Sorry, I didn't know that."
Susanne chuckled softly and looked at Zoe with disdain. "It's okay if you don't know; after all, you're not from that circle. But Mom, if he doesn't know, don't you know either? Or have you become like him?"
Susanne's words were clearly sarcastic.
Zoe clenched her hands, wanting to retort, but found she had no grounds to do so.
The Harrison family had spent a lot of money to groom Susanne so she could enter the elite circles of Central City in the future; they even used Flora to find opportunities. Now, Susanne hadn't forgotten this, but Zoe herself had completely forgotten.
When Susanne sat down, her back was straight, and she held her head high, like a true socialite.
When the dishes were served, Susanne followed every dining etiquette meticulously. She didn't talk while eating, chewing slowly, and moving gracefully.
Susanne thought, 'I can't lower my head; I can't be defeated. I have looks, talent, and knowledge. I am determined to enter the upper echelons of Central City society on my own.'
In another private room, Lela looked at the table full of dishes, her appetite increasing.
Sylvester was worried that if Lela got full, she wouldn't have room for the dish that promoted wound healing. He personally brought the dish over and placed it in front of Lela.
Sylvester said, "Finish this dish first before eating anything else." Fortunately, the dish wasn't large, just a small portion in the center of the plate.
Lela ignored him and forked a piece of foie gras into her mouth, chewing. Her defiance was obvious.
Sylvester squinted slightly, watching Lela, and smirked. He said softly, "It seems you like me feeding you."
His casual remark made Lela's heart race. In these little tricks, she was no match for Sylvester. Lela knew that Sylvester might be thinking of feeding her with his mouth.
Lela's face turned red, and she quickly forked a piece of fish from the dish. It had a faint fish aroma.
Lela said, "Smells so good."
Lela couldn't help but take a bite. "Delicious."
Charley was eating and saw Lela enjoying her food so much that he swallowed and asked, "Lela, what are you eating? I want some too."
Sylvester's well-defined fingers tapped the table rhythmically as he looked at Charley. "You desire everything."
Charley quickly waved his hand. "No, I'm fine with what I have."
Usually, he could act spoiled with Lela, but in front of Sylvester, he didn't dare.
The dish was quite scant, leaving Lela dissatisfied, so she resolutely ate it with a spoon.
Sylvester chuckled. "Slow down; no one's going to take it from you."
After Lela finished eating, Sylvester took a napkin and personally wiped her mouth.
Lela let Sylvester wipe her mouth and then said, "I just find it more comfortable to eat this way."
Lela thought, 'When eating, one should use the most comfortable way and ignore rules!'
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