Chapter 10

Little Nomi then noticed a few waitresses, each holding a silver tray filled with exquisite delicacies, walking in their direction.

She had a feeling that they were walking to their table.

Monique Xander noticed them too. Indeed, those waitresses walked up to them and stopped beside their table before unloading one tray after another onto their table.

Their small table became fully loaded with various delicacies.

Even the boy from the next table was amazed. He had been to this restaurant many times but his father never ordered so many desserts for him. Some of them were even exclusive ones that he had never tried before.

Monique was so shocked that her mouth fell wide open. She only ordered a mango pancake and a small strawberry milkshake. She could never afford all these.

“There must be a mistake, I didn’t order these,” Monique stood up instantly. “I only ordered a mango pancake and a strawberry milkshake.”

A beautiful woman stood in front of them in a different uniform compared to the other waitresses. She seemed like the manager of the restaurant with her finer wear.

She leaned her body slightly forward with courtesy and maintained a warm smile, “These were already paid for by a gentleman.”

“Which gentleman was it?” Monique looked at the seats in front of her, she was at a loss. She did not recall knowing such a rich and generous gentleman.

“He just left,” the manager replied with respect. She could never neglect Chairman Moore’s instructions.

Monique looked toward the entrance and saw a somewhat familiar figure.

“It’s him!” His tall and built figure had a natural elegance about it. One person appeared in Monique’s mind.

“Daddy!” Little Nomi noticed him too and called out. His figure looked exactly the same in her dreams.

The corners of Monique’s lips twitched as she screamed internally. ‘He is not your father!’ She flicked her eyes over to the waitresses, everyone was giving her a weird look.

She was so embarrassed that she did not know whether to stand or sit.

She then looked at Little Nomi who was also looking at her, her huge bright eyes gleaming with happiness. Reluctant to hurt her daughter, Monique decided not to have a rebuttal. She then kept her head low and sat down with embarrassment.

From the others’ perspective, it seemed like Monique was acknowledging it. The waitresses were all so shocked as if Monique dropped a bombshell, they now looked at her with great respect compared to before.

The previous mean waitress included.

“You are Chairman Moore’s lady and daughter? You are really modest! However, your beauty and elegance were clear as day!” said the mean waitress with an awkward laugh, trying to fawn over Monique.

‘This shabby-looking woman in front of me is Young Master Moore’s woman! I must be blind! I deserve a slap from myself.’

From what she heard, Chairman Moore had been uninterested in women and there was no news of him getting married at all. Perhaps she was his mistress? They even had a daughter!

It did not matter. As the chairman of Moore Group, Chairman Moore was an outstanding diamond bachelor with excellent family background. Every person involved with him was to be deemed a VIP.

He was a natural-born genius in management. He took over Moore Group at a very young age and it has been expanding rapidly under his management. The group expanded into other industries like entertainment, finance, real estate, the film industry, and so on.

He was from one of the four biggest families in B City.

“No… Chairman Moore…” Monique did not know who Chairman Moore was so she was reluctant to explain.

“That’s right, he’s my daddy.” Little Nomi held her head high and said with pride.

She had never seen her mother get treated with such respect before.

Little Nomi knew that a handsome elite like him would be a great match for her mother. Her mother had struggled a lot while raising her, she deserved someone who could protect her.

How could Little Nomi be this self-justified? Monique was speechless.

Monique stared at the waitresses in awkwardness and realized that they were still standing in front of her as a courtesy. She got up and said, “You can go.” ‘Just let us be!’

The waitresses bowed with respect before they left.

Monique could finally sit down after the waitresses left. It would be a waste not to eat the food since it was already paid for. Little Nomi already finished a plate when Monique was just getting hungry.

“Mommy, try this. This is delicious,” Little Nomi placed a petit four in front of Monique.

Monique scraped a tiny piece off the cake with a fork and placed it into her mouth, it melted in her mouth like a dream. It had a strong milky sweetness but it was not greasy at all.

Inside a blue Maserati.

Henry Moore lounged in his car and rested with his eyes half-closed, his attractive lips pursed together out of habit. His profile was incredibly flawless like a masterful carving. He looked arrogant and sophisticated.

He tapped his finger against his leg rhythmically as he thought about the woman from before.

Henry was dining in the restaurant by coincidence. Seated by the window upstairs in a private room, he noticed Monique who was trying to enter the restaurant.

The waitress was clearly mocking them for being unfitting to the setting yet she insisted with determination. The waitress then led her to a small table at the corner of the restaurant with a dissatisfied face.

The little girl seemed to be a smart one for trying to ask her mother to leave but her mother insisted on staying. Henry’s coolly arched brows furrowed together when he saw that.

What a materialistic woman. She insisted on eating in a fine dining restaurant although she could barely afford it!

He saw her flipping through the menu and ordered only a dessert and a drink. He guessed that those were for the little girl, not her.

He then saw the girl staring at the desserts on the next table with envy. Then, she retorted against the boy adorably. He felt pity for the girl.

He could not help but call a waitress over.

“Young Master Moore, is there anything that you need?” The waitress walked over instantly and leaned forward.

Young Master Moore was their guest of utmost importance!

“Send the newest desserts you have to that table.” His voice was deep yet magnetic, just like a cello.

The waitress looked over and could not believe her eyes, she was wondering whether she was looking at the wrong table. A young woman and a girl were seated there and they were plainly dressed, they looked even worse than the waiters. They stood out like a sore thumb in the fine dining restaurant.

‘Why is Chairman Moore sending desserts over to that table? Who is that woman?’

“The one with the mother and a daughter?” The waitress could not help but ask for confirmation.

“Yes.” His tone was cold and his expression was indifferent.

Since the woman only ordered a dessert and a drink, she must not be planning to eat. He just sent a whole table of desserts to them so that they could eat to their hearts’ content.

The waitress bowed and walked away with caution as she did not dare to ask further.

Even if Chairman Moore instructed them to send the food to beggars, they would still oblige.

They prepared a whole table of the best and freshest desserts and brought them over.