Chapter 502: The Yeats and Dogs Are Not Allowed to Enter

Chapter 502: Chapter 502: The Yeats and Dogs Are Not Allowed to Enter

Old Mrs. Rhodes Senior’s mouth twitched, prompting her to change the subject. "By the way, since you just arrived in Crestfall, you probably don’t know about a private restaurant here with excellent food. How about we go check it out today?"

"Many of our friends have been there and said it’s quite good. There are even people from Capital City who fly over specifically for this private restaurant."

Old Mrs. Yeats was intrigued. "Oh? Then we should definitely go take a look."

If everyone else had been there but her, wouldn’t that mean she was falling behind?

Zion Yeats hurriedly arranged for a car.

Old Mrs. Rhodes Senior got into the vehicle first. Beside it, Old Mrs. Yeats said to Zion, "Look at this. When my old friends visit, they only care about Claire. They didn’t ask a single question about Estelle Lockwood. This just goes to show that Estelle isn’t important at all.

"And what about you all? You let Claire suffer grievances just for Estelle. She’s just a little bastard! What on earth are you thinking?"

Zion hurriedly explained, "Claire is in a competition right now. I’ve already arranged everything, and I definitely won’t let her suffer any grievances—"

"I’m telling you, letting Estelle advance was a mistake!" The more Old Mrs. Yeats thought about it, the angrier she got. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Old Mrs. Rhodes Senior had deliberately changed the subject earlier. Filled with indignation, she continued, "Claire is pure and kind-hearted. Why can’t you be a little biased toward her? Now that you’ve let Estelle advance, Claire might think she owes her and withdraw from the competition. Have you ever considered Claire?

"Claire always considers others, but what about Estelle? She’s petty and narrow-minded, blowing a simple design draft issue way out of proportion!"

Old Mrs. Rhodes Senior, sitting in the car, was speechless.

She was frantically texting her granddaughter to complain.

If it weren’t for the business ties between their two families, who would want to come to the Yeats family to put up with this old hag’s wretched attitude!

To make matters worse, after they got into the car, Old Mrs. Yeats wouldn’t stop bragging about how wonderful and kind Claire Yeats was, even claiming that half of the Yeats family’s current reputation was all thanks to her.

Old Mrs. Rhodes Senior’s ears were getting calluses from listening to it.

Fortunately, they soon arrived at Veridian Retreat.

Zion’s expression stiffened. "Old Mrs. Rhodes Senior, the private restaurant you mentioned... is this one?"

Old Mrs. Rhodes Senior was puzzled. "Yes, it’s very famous. They usually only take twenty tables a day, but there should still be some availability today."

As soon as they stepped out of the car, a well-dressed waiter smiled and stepped forward to greet them. "Old Mrs. Rhodes Senior, please come in."

She nodded. "I brought my friends over for a meal. We’ll have the usual."

"Right away." The waiter looked at Zion and Old Mrs. Yeats, hesitated for a moment, and asked with a polite smile, "Old Mrs. Rhodes Senior, are these two your friends?"

"Yes."

The waiter smiled. "Could these two be Mr. Zion Yeats, Head of the Yeats, and Old Mrs. Yeats?"

Old Mrs. Yeats instantly felt a surge of pride.

Look, this was her first time here, and the waiter recognized her at a glance. What did that mean? It meant she was a VIP!

In exclusive private restaurants aimed at wealthy families and high society, every waiter was trained to memorize the photos, faces, names, statuses, and preferences of various VIPs. This way, they could recognize distinguished guests the moment they walked in, avoiding any perceived slights.

The fact that the waiter at Veridian Retreat knew who she was could only mean one thing—she was also on their VIP list.

Overjoyed, Old Mrs. Yeats nodded haughtily. "That’s me. Why do you ask?"

The waiter’s smile grew even brighter, but his next words struck her like a heavy blow to the head.

"Head of the Yeats, Old Mrs. Yeats, I’m truly sorry. Our boss has stated that members of the Yeats family and dogs are not allowed inside Veridian Retreat. Please leave."

Instantly, everyone around turned to look at them.

Although Veridian Retreat had strict entry requirements, Zane Grant was known as an easygoing boss. In a circle where everyone frequently crossed paths, he would usually never say something so humiliating. Even if they were turning guests away, they would normally just say they were fully booked for the day. The waiters’ tone and attitude would be exceedingly gentle, rather than using such sharp and sarcastic language.

Members of the Yeats family and pets were not allowed inside... Wasn’t that comparing the Yeats to dogs?

Right at that moment, a small dog began to bark. "WOOF! WOOF!"

A customer’s face instantly turned red. "I’m so sorry, so sorry."

The waiter thought for two seconds, then changed his tune, speaking to the customer. "It’s our fault for not informing you beforehand." Then, he turned back to Old Mrs. Yeats. "Members of the Yeats family are not allowed inside Veridian Retreat."

The crowd was speechless.

He might as well have kept the ’and dogs’ part.

Now, wasn’t he implying that the Yeats couldn’t even compare to dogs?! Dogs were allowed in, but the Yeats were not!

Although the onlookers only stared for a few seconds before looking away, Zion felt as if everyone was mocking him.

Old Mrs. Yeats’s face flushed crimson with rage, her fingers trembling violently as she pointed. "What... what is the meaning of this?!"

The waiter smiled. "Old Mrs. Yeats, it means exactly what I said. Please don’t press the matter, otherwise, it will only bring further humiliation to both you and the Head of the Yeats. Wouldn’t you agree?"

Old Mrs. Rhodes Senior had no choice but to step forward and smooth things over. "Is there some mistake? This should be Old Mrs. Yeats’s first time here."

"There is no mistake. Although this is Old Mrs. Yeats’s first time, it isn’t the Head of the Yeats’s first." The waiter’s tone was meaningful. "Why don’t you ask yourselves if someone from the Yeats family has offended our boss?"

Offended someone...

Old Mrs. Yeats instantly thought of a possibility. She wondered how Claire and Evan, such good children, could possibly offend anyone. Although she disliked Quentin, she had to admit that he always knew his boundaries and wouldn’t recklessly offend anyone. Then it could only be...

Old Mrs. Yeats gritted her teeth and said to Zion, "It’s Estelle Lockwood!"

Zion had originally been wondering if they had offended Zane Grant because of the previous incident. But on second thought, Zane was known for conducting business with integrity and being amiable; he surely wouldn’t hold a grudge against the Yeats family over such a minor matter.

However...

"Zion, think about it," Old Mrs. Yeats continued. "We all came from Capital City. Claire and the others had never been to Crestfall before. Who could have suddenly offended the boss of Veridian Retreat?

"It can only be Estelle!

"She has been in Crestfall all these years. Although some people might be cordial to her on the surface, they probably despise her in their hearts.

"I bet she did something shameless again and offended the boss, and now he’s taking his anger out on our Yeats family!"

Old Mrs. Yeats’s face twisted into a vicious scowl. "Just like that little wench Eleanor Yeats, she’s a total jinx!"

Zion hesitated. "Could there be a mistake—"

"How could there be a mistake?!" Unable to hold back, Old Mrs. Yeats raised her voice. "It’s exactly because the old man acknowledged her status that she’s able to bring disaster upon the Yeats family. And even now, you still want to cover for her! Today, I’m going to draw a clear line with her. If she offended the boss of Veridian Retreat, what does that have to do with the Yeats family?!"

The surrounding onlookers caught snippets of the conversation and exchanged puzzled glances.

Did this mean... the one who offended the boss wasn’t a member of the Yeats family, but... Estelle Lockwood?