Chapter 201 – Spilling The Conversation (2)
"Yes, she still hasn't gotten over Jordan, it seems. That's why she is still stalking her. But she said she wouldn't do anything because she is tired of dealing with Natasha and Barbie."
Hmm…
This would be a bonus point for . I would see if Natasha, Barbara, and Jordan would leak the place they would be staying together as three. If I got it, I would find a way to tell Anita about it without revealing my identity.
Anita might say that she wouldn't do anything, but knowing how batshit crazy she could be for Jordan for all the stunts she did to embarrass him, I was pretty sure she would do sothing if she knew the whereabouts of Jordan and those bitches.
I waited until it was 2.45 P.M and then asked Mona for the online booking ticket for those VIP seats.
She sent all the required docunts, and I got up from the table.
Elise grabbed my hand before I left and asked, "This is the last one, Em. Are you sure you want to use Mason Hall's gift as the bait? You know the risk, right?"
"I will take any risk as long as I can take them down, don't worry. I can handle this," I said with confidence, even though I couldn't 100% guarantee that I would be safe after this.
But I had to take the risk.
Elise finally released , and I left Mona's cafe.
I went to the cafe only a few blocks away from Mona's cafe.
Mona told this cafe usually didn't do any background check, but if you looked too young, they would ask about your ID and such.
So I stopped midway and looked at my reflection in a closed shop window. I wore a jacket because of the winter, and a brown sweater inside.
But the sweater I wore was tighter than my usual shirt because I wanted to show sothing that I tried to hide every day after I returned in ti—my boobs.
My boobs were big and perky. It developed much faster than a regular 15 years old, and I always thought it would be my disadvantage.
But today, this would be my advantage.
I zipped my jacket down until my upper stomach, so it only showed my big boobs. The tight brown sweater highlighted the shape of my boobs even more.
I winced because my body was holding the ntal pain I had to endure just by highlighting my boobs.
Because back in my previous life, my boobs were the source of bad attention, and people slut-shad for it.
"Okay, Em, take a deep breath. This is the first ti you're actually using your boobs for sothing useful… huff… huff…." I said in a low voice, trying to calm myself down.
After I felt calr, I straightened my back and fixed my gait.
I strutted towards the cafe confidently and fixed my shades.
I raised my chin when the male waiter greeted in front.
"Good afternoon, Miss. My na is Devon, and I will be your waiter today. Did you co here alone for one table or—"
I unlocked my phone and showed the booking order to him, and the waiter was surprised, "O—Oh, welco, Miss… Mira Stone—may I have your ID for confirmation, Miss?" He asked, calling the na of Mona's mother.
"Huh, excuse ?" I acted as if I was offended. I crossed my arms in front but intentionally did it under my boobs and pushed my boobs upwards to showcase that I was a mature woman, "Why would you need my ID? Do I look like a kid to you?!"
Devon, the waiter, looked flustered. He glanced down at my boobs for a split second and shook his head, "N—No, Miss, I'm sorry for offending you. Please follow to your VIP table."
Damn, my boobs really helped on this. The waiter must've realized that I was a grown woman from my boobs.
I still felt uncomfortable, of course. I always felt too exposed when soone looked at from my neck down. But this was for the mission… so I had to endure it.
The waiter led to the VIP table section, there were five VIP tables, and he asked, "Miss, you have booked four tables. Which table do you want to sit on?"
I acted as if I was looking around and then pointed at the fourth from the row, right beside the unbooked VIP table.
Devon, the waiter, pulled the seat for and said, "I will prepare the drink and the nu for you, Miss."
"Thank you," I said. "Please close the curtain. I want to eat in peace."
"Certainly, Miss."
The waiter closed the curtain and left alone to take the drink and the nu. I stuck my head out from the curtain, trying to check whether Natasha, Barbara, and Jordan were already here or not.
The cafe was mostly empty since it was still noon, but it would probably get more custors after dinner.
Devon, the waiter, ca with a drink and nu.
My eyes were bulging under my shade because the price was goddamn unreasonable! I could literally buy ingredients from the market and eat for 3 days in exchange for 1 al here!
But… I had to order stuff to make it believable for anyone, including those bitches. So I ordered an appetizer, main dish, and ice cream as dessert.
As I waited, I got a text from Elise;
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Elise: Em, I'm sitting in a convenience store across the cafe right now. I'll be watching for Natasha, Barbara, and Jordan. I will tell you when they're coming.
Emmy: Thanks, Elise.
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About ten minutes later, I got a text from Elise;
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Elise: They are here! They are already in front of the cafe!
Elise: Picture sent.
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I clicked on the picture, and it showed Natasha, Barbara, and Jordan walking as three, greeted with another server in front of the cafe.
I quickly slid the curtain, fixed my hat and shade, and zipped my jacket up to cover my boobs.
"Okay, Em, let's get our revenge."
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