"I'm posting her filthy face online right now, so everyone beware! Don’t let a bitch like her seduce your husband away!"

At her words, people around us began whispering:

"If you can’t afford to eat, then don’t go out. What’s the point of trying to embarrass the owner?"

"That’s right, this place is high-end. If you can’t afford it, why even walk in?"

"Offering your body for a meal? If you’re that desperate, just sell yourself. How dare you seduce another woman’s husband?!"

"You… you…" Mrs. Shaw hadn’t expected the boss lady to twist things so viciously. Her breathing turned rapidly, leaving her speechless. While rubbing her back to calm her, I pointed to the braised fish on the table and said, "We ordered braised fish, but it was frozen, straight from the freezer. You can still see the ice."

"She charged us three thousand for a pre-prepared dish like this!"

I turned to the woman coldly: "We’re protecting our consumer rights. If you can’t handle this, then let your husband come and talk to us!"

Seeing I dared to respond, she immediately ordered the waitstaff to surround us and said coldly, "I’m not afraid to tell you, this restaurant was given to me by my husband. I, Clara Lane, have the final say here. Whatever I say, you pay!"

"Don’t even bring up that I served you a pre-prepared meal. Even if I served you a pile of garbage, you’d still pay!"

"If you don’t settle the bill today and kneel down to apologize, you won’t be leaving this room!"

Clara Lane.

I froze slightly at the name. A while ago, my family received a package addressed to Clara Lane.

But the address had been my own home.

Out of curiosity, I opened it and found a set of extremely revealing lingerie.

I asked Ethan what was going on, but without a flicker of hesitation, he tossed the package into the trash, his expression calmly:

"It’s either a wrong delivery or just another marketing gimmick. I don’t care."

The truth I hadn’t seen before now surfaced with cruel clarity.

I looked at Clara coldly and said,

"I suggest you wait for Ethan to come over and let him explain personally who the two people standing here really are!"

Clara’s face darkened.

"Damn it, you bitch! You’re really after my husband! You even found out his name!"

Only then did Mrs. Shaw finally realize this truly was Ethan’s restaurant, and that the husband Clara was referring to was Ethan. But even now, she struggles to believe it.