Chapter 87 The Conversation

Elena had arrived at the café parking lot, the valet parking man asked her to park her sporty motor away from the VIP parking space.

She decided to park her motor under a tree, inside the parking lot but it was separate area from a few of lines of four precious cars parking there. She sighed and curiously read those cars’ brands, Lamborghini…Porsche…Tesla…Mercedes Benz. She puffed, pulled out her leathered gloves.

When she entered the café, the front desk woman looked at her. The lady seemed unwelcome to see Elena. She gawked at Elena’s old boots, a jacket she wore, an old shirt and a pair of old jeans with some stains of chocolate ice cream a little boy in the supermarket spilled on her jeans accidentally.

“Do you have a reservation, Miss?” she asked curiously, her eyes were scanning on Elena, trying to gather many information of her financial abilities to pay the meals in that café.

Elena nodded. “Emma Smithson.”

The front desk woman, again, curled her forehead, “Are you sure?”