Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 1008: Can We Catch Him Tonight?

Chapter 1008: Chapter 1008: Can We Catch Him Tonight?

Unlike an average restaurant, the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion is more upscale than the private kitchen they visited today. Upon entering, one is instantly transported into a typical Swift garden architecture, evoking a sense of going back in time. The waitstaff is dressed in elegant Embroidery Cheongsams, enhancing the overall delightful experience.

Of course, the most renowned feature of the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion is its food. The term ’Imperial Cuisine’ isn’t used casually.

It is precisely because of the long-standing fame of its food that many people are drawn to visit.

However, booking a table is extremely difficult, often taking a month just to get a spot, further amplifying its reputation.

Coupled with its serene and pleasant environment, many people take pride in enjoying a meal here.

But because of its massive fame, the place attracts a lot of high-society ladies and celebrities, and it’s not uncommon for Reporter Emerson to hang around hoping for a scoop.

Otherwise, Adam Piers would have directly set the meeting point for the script reading here.

The three of them followed the server, passing through archways, winding around rockeries, and walking past the Mandarin Pavilion, finally entering an elegantly decorated private room.

Bertha Swift wasn’t here for the first time, but her mood was completely different; she wasn’t much in the mood for appreciating the scenery. However, Mary Scott, who had heard of the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion long ago, was visiting for the first time and was full of amazement, exclaiming, "The life of the wealthy is truly eye-opening!"

David Locke glanced at her, "Glad you enjoy it, come often."

Mary was taken aback, "Do you think money grows on trees? No way!"

David replied with good humor, "Maybe once a month?"

"In your dreams!" Although Mary had never been before, she knew the average spending here was over ten thousand per person, with bills easily reaching hundreds of thousands. A regular person would go bankrupt after a few visits a month!

David chuckled lightly, "Why are you so stingy?"

"I just am!"

"Alright then, once a year," David compromised.

Mary thought seriously, "We’ll see."

David looked at Mary’s pained expression and couldn’t help but reach out to ruffle his little woman’s hair, only for her to dodge disdainfully.

Bertha Swift, following behind the two without realizing it, was filled with envy. Because of joining the cast of "The Doctors," she had somewhat acquainted herself with David Locke’s situation. She learned that although he was talented, he was also surrounded by numerous scandals, having suddenly married Mary Scott, but rumors of their divorce never ceased.

As for Mary Scott, because she participated in a variety show with Adam Piers, Bertha paid attention to her as well—a typical minor actress of little fame suddenly claimed by Director Locke with great reputation. Within the socialite circles, Bertha had witnessed many cunning women and understood that there was no true innocent in show business.

Especially since Mary Scott was previously entangled in scandals. In such a situation, marrying David Locke and then making a comeback through a not-anticipated variety show, followed by a scandal about her origins.

For a scandal like Mary’s, another person could be ruined forever, but she not only recovered but also gained nationwide recognition, even being praised by the official Twitter.

Under these circumstances, Bertha Swift mostly viewed Mary Scott as calculating and astute, but seeing her now, she turned out to be quite different from her assumptions.

However, because of today’s disturbance caused by that gaudy woman at the script meeting, Bertha guessed that Mary and David had feelings for each other, but only just feelings.

Not to mention the entertainment circle, even in the elite circles, she had seen and heard of many couples who played along for appearances. She thought they were only slightly better than those.

But right now, looking at the interaction between Mary Scott and David Locke, their dynamic was so self-contained that no one else could intervene. Even though Mary was obviously still angry with David, her gaze towards him spoke of undeniable affection.

And David even more so, his eyes filled with deep and focused love towards Mary Scott, a point clear for anyone to see.

Bertha Swift grew up in the Swift family, where everyone said her parents were a model couple, but only she knew it was merely for show.

Compared to love, this elusive thing, they valued interests more, and she had the misfortune to witness her father’s scandals.

Her mother, though the wife, often seemed like a parasitic vine, not angry about her father’s infidelities but instead covering them up to maintain their loving facade, weeping in private, yet flaunting vanity to maintain the facade of a wealthy wife.

Even when she had a child aborted, causing a failed alliance marriage with the Piers family, angering her father to the point of kicking her out, her mother, fearing association, only blamed her for being irresponsible, never once considering her feelings.

Thus, Bertha was inherently distrustful of emotions. Even when Adam Piers once appeared determined towards her, it only wavered her surface beliefs, but deep inside, she never thought he truly cared.

It was all just for profits, after all.

And this time, Adam’s actions just confirmed these perceptions. Remembering Zoe Thatcher’s look in the morning, a hint of sadness flashed in Bertha’s eyes.

She originally thought she would never witness true love, but at this moment, watching the couple before her, a strong sense of longing arose in her heart.

It turns out love really exists; she just doesn’t have it.

"Bertha, hurry up!" Mary Scott, still annoyed at David, strangely found herself engrossed in discussing with him how often to eat at the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion in the future—a trivial yet lively conversation. Realizing this, she felt embarrassed and quickly called to Bertha Swift, who was left alone.

After calling out, she noticed David trying to speak to her again and snapped, "You haven’t explained things clearly yet, and I’m still mad. Don’t try to butter me up."

David, who was just having a heated discussion with his little woman, suddenly found himself splashed with cold water, "..."

He thought they had reconciled, but what did she say? That she was still mad and to stop cozying up?

Alright then!

Thinking about today’s events and the few news drafts intercepted by the PR team, David pressed his temples, "Shall we eat first?"

"Hmph!" Mary snorted, pulled Bertha Swift in to sit down, and deliberately kept three seats away from David.

David, "..."

The three sat down, and the server smiled and asked, "Shall I serve the food now?"

"Sure," David replied.

The server promptly exited the room.

Only then did Mary ask her question, "Aren’t we ordering?"

"Imperial Cuisine Pavilion’s daily menu..."

"I wasn’t asking you." David Locke barely started to answer when Mary Scott interrupted him. Before he could react, Mary turned her head to ask Bertha Swift, "Bertha, can you tell me?"

Bertha Swift looked at Director Locke, who appeared to be at a loss—pathetic yet inexplicably amusing—and suppressed her laughter, explaining softly to Mary. "The daily menu at Imperial Cuisine Pavilion is determined by the chef. What the guests get to eat is based on luck. You just need to inform them in advance about any dietary restrictions."

"What happens if the food you get is not to your liking?" Mary Scott asked earnestly.

Bertha Swift thought for a moment, "Such situations might occur, but they’re very, very rare. At least, I’ve never heard of it."

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Mary Scott suddenly became more excited about tonight’s dinner.

"You’ll know soon enough." Although Bertha Swift hadn’t visited Imperial Cuisine Pavilion frequently, each time she ate there, she was thoroughly satisfied and endlessly reminisced about it afterward. The porridge Adam Piers brought last time at the hospital tasted like it was from Imperial Cuisine Pavilion, but she was curious—could Imperial Cuisine Pavilion offer takeout? She had never heard of such a thing.

Mary Scott pursed her lips and responded obediently, which even made Bertha Swift, another woman, find her adorable. Bertha’s gaze softened as she looked at Mary Scott.

She had initially thought Mary Scott knew her identity, until Mary led her to get into Adam Piers’s car, realizing that Mary was actually unaware. But Mary, being quite smart, quickly sensed something from the atmosphere between her and Adam Piers. Afterward, guilt and self-blame were evident in her face and eyes, and upon realizing Bertha didn’t like Adam Piers, Mary instinctively shielded Bertha.

Such small details made Bertha Swift grow more fond of Mary Scott.

It also made her appreciate David Locke’s character to some extent. As far as she knew, David Locke and Adam Piers were on good terms. He definitely knew about her affairs with Adam Piers, yet he never discussed it with Mary Scott, indicating that he wouldn’t casually gossip about other people’s private lives.

Such people make others feel safe, especially in the chaotic world of showbiz.

However, Bertha Swift clearly endorsed this prematurely. While David Locke might not gossip about others’ private lives, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t indulge in Tsukkomi.

And his current Tsukkomi target was the man she despised the most.

Sitting half a meter away from Mary Scott, David Locke watched Mary sitting closely next to Bertha Swift. The two were whispering something, completely treating him as air, and he couldn’t help but send a message to a certain someone next door, "When can you take her away?"

"You think I don’t want to?" Adam Piers felt Bertha Swift’s hesitation on their way to the car. After getting out, she worried about David Locke and Mary Scott dining with him and wanted to refuse David Locke. Adam chose to enter the restaurant first, even asking the manager for the next room. He now sat alone in a beautifully decorated private room, gazing at the river view outside, pondering why bother.

But even in his miserable state, David Locke from across still provoked him.

"You’re Swallow City’s top dandy, and yet you can’t win over a woman after so long. Doesn’t that feel shameful?" David Locke, in a foul mood, jabbed into Adam’s heart.

If Adam Piers could explode, he almost did. But the woman was on the other side, forcing him to endure and coldly typed on his phone, word by word, "I’m shameful? Oh, that’s still better than someone who tried so hard to bring his wife to the restaurant only for her to completely ignore him."

"Who said my wife is ignoring me? We’re having a great time chatting!" David Locke retorted without hesitation.

Adam Piers chuckled, continuing to type, "Chatting great? And yet, still have the time to message me? Ha, do you yourself believe that?"

Caught by that remark, David Locke looked up to see Mary Scott, who hadn’t given him a glance since realizing he was still upset, sighed with frustration, "Isn’t there a saying, the arguments between husband and wife come and go quickly? We’ll reconcile tonight. But can you win her over tonight?"

Adam Piers almost choked, that shameless fellow!

Yet he... really couldn’t.

Considering what he had discovered about Bertha Swift, Adam’s heart ached, but he was completely powerless right now.

The damage was done, and he couldn’t pretend it hadn’t happened and casually pursue her again, which would only make him appear more despicable.

David Locke waited half a day for Adam Piers to respond but received no new message, knowing he’d struck a nerve this time, easing his mood slightly. Just then, the waiter knocked on the private room’s door and began serving dishes.

The waiter, dressed in Embroidery Cheongsam, brought them dishes like stewed chicken with lobster, phoenix tail shark fin, creamy fish fillet, wild herb dragon sprout, lotus tofu, arhat prawns...

Each dish was incredibly beautiful and exquisite, more like works of art than mere food.

As soon as the dish covers were lifted, the aroma filled the entire room. Before the table was fully set, Mary Scott was already salivating, struggling till the waiter left before she couldn’t hold back any longer, "I can’t take it anymore, I’ll start first, you guys help yourselves!"

With those words, Mary Scott immediately took a bite of the creamy fish fillet in front of her, suddenly filled with savory nectar, almost wanting to bite off her tongue, beginning to understand why people would spend so much money and effort just to wait in line at Imperial Cuisine Pavilion.

Having taken that bite, even the stingy her began planning for the next meal!

David Locke looked at Mary Scott munching away like a little foodie, his mouth curved up, and he told Bertha Swift who was stunned beside him, "See, don’t be shy," then extended his chopsticks to give Mary a piece, "Don’t just eat that, try this dragon sprout."

Mary Scott nodded enthusiastically.

Beside her, Bertha Swift also returned to her senses. Just hearing the waiter announce the dishes earlier had left her a bit dazed because at least six of them were her favorites. Whenever she visited Imperial Cuisine Pavilion, she always went with the chef’s recommendations, thrilled to find one or two dishes she particularly loved. But today, there were six at once, prompting her to consider a possibility, though David Locke’s voice pulled her back to reality, making her feel a bit amused.

Adam Piers couldn’t possibly know what she loved to eat, and even if he did, how could he make Imperial Cuisine Pavilion’s chef comply?

As far as she knew, Imperial Cuisine Pavilion’s owner was very mysterious, with a powerful background, never bowing to any nobility. No exceptions would be made, even with Adam Piers being the young master of Piers.

They were comical thoughts she entertained—maybe it was Adam Piers who had the dishes made for her...

Bertha Swift shook her head, brushing off those absurd notions, leisurely picking up her chopsticks, then noticed that Mary Scott’s taste was similar to her own—the dishes she enjoyed were also Mary Scott’s favorites.

Instantly, her earlier thoughts felt even more ridiculous. Even if tonight’s menu was deliberately arranged, it certainly wasn’t Adam Piers, but David Locke preparing for Mary Scott.

Mary Scott ate through a round, then realized Bertha Swift still ate leisurely, perhaps even distracted, she couldn’t help but poke Bertha Swift with her fingertip, "One must eat seriously; otherwise, it does injustice to the chef and the dishes!"

Hearing Mary Scott’s words, Bertha Swift turned and met Mary’s expression of disbelief, first taken aback, then laughing, finding this girl truly adorable.

Clang!

Mary Scott was startled by Bertha Swift’s laughter, causing her chopsticks to drop with a clink onto the ground, muttering softly, "Your smile is charming!"

Opposite them, David Locke pressed his temple, suddenly realizing helping Adam Piers win back his fiancée was becoming urgent!

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Double Happiness: Wishing everyone a happy Valentine’s Day!