At exactly eight o’clock, July Quinn appeared in Esteria.
But she wasn’t there for the so-called eting with Mr. Tate; she was actually eting Vivian Lynn.
"You seem really busy lately, and we haven’t had a chance to et up, so I had to call you out. By the way, how do you find Esteria? It’s newly opened, has a unique decor style, and the food is quite distinctive, making it a popular spot among people in the circle."
The place Vivian was talking about had a style reminiscent of the Republic of China era.
Even the servers here were dressed in the Republic of China-style uniforms.
There is both a main hall and private rooms here.
In the middle of the main hall, there is an area resembling an old street, with vendors selling vintage trinkets, small items, and a few rickshaws for decoration.
The dining area on either side has retro lamps and decorations, making one feel as if they’ve traveled back in ti a hundred years.
And the decor of the private rooms is more akin to the living quarters of warlords from the Republic of China period, exuding understated luxury everywhere.
Because of this distinctive decor, the place beca a hit throughout Westmarch within less than two months of opening.
Even from Esteria, many people flocked here to check it out.
If you don’t make a reservation in advance, you’d have to join the long queue outside, like those late-arriving guests.
Vivian Lynn had arranged for July Quinn to co over, and she herself arrived early to secure a spot on the left side.
So Vivian couldn’t help but complain a bit: "This place is great, but not having a mbership or reservation system is really frustrating."
Unexpectedly, just as Vivian was complaining, July Quinn picked up the nu paper and pen next to her and jotted down a string of numbers for her.
"If you want to make a reservation in advance, call this number in the future. They’ll handle it for you."
"Can this number really help with reservations? I just negotiated with them for a while, and all the servers here said that their boss has forbidden it."
She hadn’t seen July talk to the servers earlier, so maybe July didn’t know the rules here either.
But Vivian was surprised to hear such an answer from July.
"Yes, it can, because I’m the owner."
Vivian was dumbfounded for over a minute before she found her voice again.
"Oh my god, July, is there anything you can’t do? Starting a restaurant and making it so popular — that must have taken a long ti to prepare!"
Previously, since reservations weren’t allowed here, many people in the circle speculated about who the mysterious owner might be.
Turns out, she wasn’t so entitled second-generation rich kid at all.
"It didn’t take long to prepare; I just opened it when I felt like it."
A while back, she bought up a block of shops, just to give Liam Monroe sothing to do.
So when she opened a few chain Western restaurants, she casually started this Republic of China-thed restaurant, which unexpectedly beca an instant hit.
"I feel like I might have saved The Galaxy in my previous life to be friends with soone as outstanding as you."
July’s nonchalant tone might sound like hopeless arrogance to others.
But in Vivian’s eyes, this girl had the right to be proud.
Despite saying she didn’t prepare much, she must have poured countless efforts during the planning phase.
Just like when "Creation Camp" first started, there were countless monts she saw July in the company late at night, tirelessly revising the plans.
No one’s success cos easily, not even July’s.
This girl managed to achieve so much at such a young age, undoubtedly coming at the cost of incredible dedication behind the scenes.
Putting in maximum effort behind the scenes allows one to seemingly succeed effortlessly before others.
July smiled and smoothly changed the subject.
Until they were nearly finished with their al, July went to the bathroom and unexpectedly ran into Lynn Sawyer...
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