BXBX NOVEL Chapter 628 They Met Again
Chapter 628 They Met Again
[ At Royal Crown Restaurant… ]
At exactly 7:00 pm Jane and her friends, Cherry and Hanabi, reached the designated meeting place– The Royal Crown Restaurant which is nestled within the heart of Towerville City. It was a famous and sophisticated restaurant that exuded timeless charm and exclusivity.
The moment they stepped through the ornate glass doors, the three ladies were transported into a world of refined grandeur. The ambiance is a harmonious blend of classical and contemporary design, characterized by plush velvet drapes in deep, rich hues that cascade gracefully from the ceiling to the floor.
But what truly sets Royal Crown Restaurant apart are its private booths, allowing guests to savor their dining experience in complete seclusion. Each booth is elegantly designed with high-backed, button-tufted velvet banquettes that cocoon diners in comfort and privacy. The tabletops are graced with fresh flowers and candlelight, creating a romantic and enchanting atmosphere.
Jane, Cherry, and Hanabi found themselves utterly captivated by the luxurious and exquisitely decorated interior of the restaurant.
"Is this guy trying to flaunt his wealth?" Hanabi couldn\'t help but exclaim, her eyes wandering in awe across the lavish surroundings.
Cherry joined the conversation, adding, "We were actually uncertain about the dress code. The guard nearly prevented us from entering. Thankfully, Jane mentioned Vincent\'s name, and it turned out he had reserved a table for the two of them." There was a touch of relief in her voice, highlighting how Vincent\'s influence had smoothed their path into this luxurious establishment.
"You go and meet him. We are going to wait near your booth," Hanabi patted Jane\'s back as she gave her a reassuring smile.
Jane nodded before making her way to the reserved booth. As Cherry and Hanabi watched her retreating back, they kept a vigilant watch on their surroundings, scanning for any signs of suspicious individuals. They couldn\'t help but harbor a nagging concern that Vincent might have sinister intentions toward Jane.
"We should stay close to their booth," Hanabi suggested, gently tugging on Cherry\'s hand.
"Yeah, that\'s a good idea," Cherry agreed, following Hanabi\'s track.
Meanwhile, inside the booth, Helena had patiently awaited the arrival of the woman who had been in contact with Vincent. The identity of Miss J remained mysterious, leaving Helena eager to finally lay eyes upon her. As she bided her time, Helena\'s mind churned with thoughts of revenge, and she meticulously formulated a plan to exact punishment on this woman whom she thought was trying to covet her man.
"How dare she have the audacity to approach my man?" Helena seethed through gritted teeth, her anger boiling beneath the surface like a raging volcano. "I\'ll ensure she lives to regret this," she muttered, her voice laced with a venomous determination that revealed the depths of her fury.
Helena couldn\'t help but repeatedly glance at her wristwatch. At any moment, she would be expecting Jane\'s arrival. In preparation for their confrontation, Helena had issued strict orders to her guards, demanding them to become vigilant and alert. She\'d made it clear that, upon receiving her signal, the guards were to swiftly and decisively act, abducting the woman without hesitation or mercy.
It did not take long before someone entered the private booth. As the two women locked eyes, an undeniable shock coursed through their veins, each recognizing the other\'s face from their recent encounters, a moment steeped in mutual disdain.
Helena\'s eyes widened with disbelief and frustration as she muttered inwardly, \'What the hell? Phantomflake again!\'
On the other hand, Jane\'s brows furrowed in bewilderment as she saw Helena. She couldn\'t help but think, \'Helena is here? What happened to Vincent?\'
Their surprise was evident, and a heavy tension crackled in the air as their worlds collided once more. But this unexpected encounter seemed favorable to Jane, and she couldn\'t help but see it as a stroke of luck.
She no longer needed to ask Vincent about Helena\'s whereabouts. Helena had practically presented herself on a silver platter. It was a golden opportunity for Jane to ascertain once and for all whether Helena was indeed Monica whom she had been searching for. This thought made her lips curl up into a sly smile.
Meanwhile, in the midst of the unfolding situation, Helena found herself struggling to regain her composure. The realization struck her like a lightning bolt – Miss J was none other than Phantomflake. The shock intensified her already seething hatred and anger, thinking that Vincent had been in contact with Jane behind her back. She had been kept in the dark. She felt betrayed!
Noticing Helena\'s dark expression, Jane wondered if Vincent had nothing to do with this meet-up. There was no sign of Vincent inside the booth.
\'Is she the one who read my message? She set this up for us to meet,\' Jane thought to herself. After a while, Jane flashed her taunting smile and said, "I\'m here to see Vincent. Not you. What are you doing here?"
Jane\'s nonchalant reaction pissed Helena further. The way Jane spoke to her increased her suspicion that Vincent had already met her before. Helena clenched her fists and gritted her teeth in fury.
Jane grinned widely as she succeeded in provoking Helena. She could see her anger and jealousy in her glaring eyes. \'I knew it. Vincent will be her weakness. Now, it\'s my turn to play with your emotions.\'
Jane planned to let Helena taste her own medicine, making her believe that Vincent betrayed her. She was enjoying this scene. But at the same time, she had the urge to beat this pretentious woman. She was one of the reasons she suffered a lot.
Helena maintained a stoic silence in her seat, her mind racing with a plan. Her fingers discreetly pressed a small device concealed in her handbag, activating signals that would alert her guards. She had decided to leave the task of dealing with Jane and capturing her to her well-trained underlings because she knew that in terms of combat skills, she couldn\'t outmatch Phantomflake.
However, a flicker of frustration passed through her as she realized that her trump card, a lethal weapon she had been counting on, was not yet in her possession. She had never imagined that she would encounter Phantomflake sooner than she expected.
\'I can\'t wait to kill her. My men should capture her alive, I\'m going to torture her once more.\' Helena thought to herself.