Chapter 594: Paying Your Own Bill

“Yes, anything the gentleman requires.”

“My God! This is like being emperor for a day!” The arriving guests were all excited.

“Please, everyone, start eating.” Keith Coleman emerged from the shadows and addressed the crowd.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Melody?”

“That won’t be necessary. Please, make yourselves at home and have fun.”

Hearing that, everyone began to relax and let loose.

From a corner, another figure beckoned to Keith Coleman.

“Master Rockwell, what is it?”

Jasper Rockwell sat up straight and looked at Keith Coleman. “Did Melody book this whole place? I feel like this isn’t her style. How much must this cost! That guy Shawn Fisher, he’s the type to settle accounts clearly even with his own brother. He probably wouldn’t even give her a discount.”

“President Fairchild booked it.”

Jasper Rockwell was speechless.

‘Of course!’

“From now on, don’t call him Evan Fairchild. Call him Flashy Fairchild! This move is just so extra.”

“Master Rockwell, keep your voice down. Walls have ears.”

“Is there anyone who doesn’t know his business? It’s just a bit of gossip, isn’t it? He’s probably afraid people *won’t* see him as Melody’s rumored boyfriend. Some bold media outlets are even reporting that Ian is his biological son, and he doesn’t even try to suppress it. It’s obvious he’s just trying to add to the drama!”

“Master Rockwell, here, have something to drink.” Keith Coleman wanted Jasper Rockwell to shut up.

“So shameless!” Jasper Rockwell added.

He looked up and noticed Keith Coleman staring fixedly in one direction. A bad feeling suddenly washed over him.

He immediately put down his glass and peered into the shadows.

‘Was that a person there just now? Or were my eyes playing tricks on me?’

“Was Evan Fairchild just standing there?”

Keith Coleman nodded.

“Damn it! Wasn’t he abroad?”

“He flew back specifically because the missus wrapped up her scenes today.”

“That explains why Evan Fairchild was so low-key this time. The last time Melody’s scenes wrapped, he was sending this and that!”

Just then, a waiter walked over and bowed to Jasper Rockwell.

Jasper Rockwell’s legs felt weak, and that bad feeling in his gut intensified.

“Mr. Rockwell, Mr. Fairchild asked me to inform you that you will be paying for your own expenses tonight.”

Jasper Rockwell finally lost his footing, stumbling back onto the sofa.

He looked again at the bottle of wine in front of him…

“How much was this wine again?”

“Three point six million.”

“I only had one sip. Just one. Can I return it?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Rockwell, but once a bottle is opened, it’s considered a normal charge, regardless of whether you’ve drunk from it or not.”

Jasper Rockwell clutched his chest. It felt like he was having a heart attack.

“Keith Coleman! Did you set me up on purpose?!”

“I warned you!”

“Even Tommy isn’t like you! That’s not a warning!”

“My apologies, but I’m Keith Coleman. Master Rockwell, you should finish it. Don’t let it go to waste. After all, it’s over three… million!”

Jasper Rockwell raised a hand and pinched the spot just below his nose.

‘Later, I’m definitely going to tattle to Melody! Otherwise, I might have to sell myself into servitude here as a waiter.’

The car slowly came to a stop, and two waiters immediately came over to help Melody Monroe out.

“Has everyone arrived?”

“Yes, Miss Monroe. All the guests you invited have arrived.”

Guided by the waiter, Melody Monroe walked forward.

The moment she stepped inside, she saw the magnificent decorations and gasped.

‘Even a royal palace couldn’t be this luxurious.’

“Miss Monroe, this way, please.”

Melody Monroe headed forward, admiring the scenery on both sides.

‘No wonder I’ve read about The Sovereign Club online more than once. Coming here truly is the ultimate indulgence.’

‘But… where is everyone from the film crew?’

‘Why is it so quiet?’