The surrounding women began exchanging uncomfortable, confused glances with one another.
Beatrice gripped her phone tighter, her knuckles turning white.
“But you prepared the legal transfer documents!”
“Yes, I drafted them myself, but Camilla never agreed to sign anything over to me!”
A wealthy woman sitting near Beatrice leaned over and asked in a sharp whisper.
“So why on earth did you tell us this luxury establishment was practically yours already?”
Beatrice pretended not to hear her and spoke frantically into the phone.
“Lucas, explain to them right now that you are taking out loans to save this restaurant because it is going bankrupt!”
Another awkward silence stretched over the line.
“Mom… that is a lie, too.”
The color drained from Beatrice’s face in an instant.
“What did you say?”
“The restaurant is not bankrupt, and it never was!”
Nobody in the private room dared to take another sip of their drink.
