Out Of The Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444 Dinner at the Top

“You might even get a nice chunk of compensation out of it.”

Both of the girls fell silent at the remark.

Una was just joking, but Andy looked dead serious.

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“Alright, let’s go, ladies. I cleared my schedule just to show you around. I’ll be your host for the next few days.”

Tilda gave him a faint smile. “Fine. Let’s see if this city you keep bragging about is really that much fun.”

Andy threw an arm around Tilda and the other around Una, strutting down the street like a king surrounded by his queens.

The sight drew plenty of stares–some envious, some bitter, depending on who was looking.

Andy drove his BMW through the busiest part of the city, showing his guests around the city with pride.

Una peeked out the window at the endless stream of traffic and luxury cars. She grumbled, “Jeselton really is dazzling. I’ve lost count of how many high–end cars I’ve seen. Even the license plates look like they cost a fortune.”

Andy smirked. “This city never runs out of rich folks or power players. Jeselton is the center of it all. The country’s best talent gathers here.”

He paused a little before he declared, “Alright, we’re here.”

Andy pulled into an underground garage and parked. The three of them took the elevator all the way up to the top floor.

“This,” Andy said with pride, “is Jeselton’s most famous restaurant–George Madron. It’s a chain. named after the founder. The specialty is Yvoria cuisine. It tastes good. You’ll like it.”

Andy finished his introduction. When the elevator doors slid open, they were greeted by sheer luxury.

A crystal chandelier, nearly fifteen feet wide, hung from the center of the hall, turning slowly.

Inside it, countless tiny bulbs sparkled, their light bouncing off the mirrored glass, casting a dazzling glow across the room.

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Chapter 444 Dinner at the Top

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The marble floor stretched beneath a red carpet, leading toward the dining area. From the 50th floor, the glass walls revealed the glittering skyline of the city at night.

Red roses were placed with care, candlelight flickered on every table, and each spot carried a small nameplate engraved with the restaurant’s brand. Every detail was polished to perfection.

A waiter scanned Andy’s reservation code, then bowed slightly and led the three of them to

their table.

“Order whatever you want, don’t hold back. The next few days, it’s on me. Eat all you want.

“Waiter, bring us a bottle of ’82 Lafite.”

“Yes, sir.”

Una smiled. “No wonder you’re a top lawyer. You talk like someone who’s used to big spending. Tilda, I’ve never had Yvoria cuisine before. Can you help me pick something good?”

Andy adviced, “If you’re not sure about the taste, just go with their house specials. Those are always safe.”

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