Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 525: Knock-off Dresses

Central Harbor Restaurant

As soon as they got inside the private dining room, their food was served. The managent preferred that all guests, especially the club mbers, had their orders taken upon reservation. This ensured that the preparation and serving would be tily to avoid the long service.

As the three of them enjoyed their lunch together, Damien opened up topics that were not related to Shadow or their suspicions. He wanted to have a nice, enjoyable al with just the three of them not being reminded of their difficulties. He didn't know why, but he felt the need to have this mont to be peacefulas if they were just in the eye of the storm and a heavier storm would co soon.

Later, Alia excused herself to the ladies' room after eating, leaving the couple behind.

"Thanks for today," said Katherine as she held Damien's hand.

"My pleasure." He pressed a kiss on the back of her hand, smiling at her as he leaned to kiss the corner of her lips.

A buzzing sound caught their attention, and their eyes darted at Damien's phone on the table.

Seeing as it was Styles, he picked it up right away. "Styles," he said.

"Just letting you guys know that there are Shadow agents sent to areas near our building. I checked their mainfra just a mont ago and saw the order; they're still looking for Chris. I think it's best if you stay out for the anti."

"Okay, keep an eye out. We'll leave the restaurant soon," Damien replied.

As soon as he ended the call, he turned to Katherine and brought her to her feet as he got to her seat, and told her about the phone call with Styles. Then, he suggested, "We should go."

"Okay, I'll go wash my hands first and tell your mom we're leaving." She followed Damien out of the room but just as they stepped out, his phone rang again. "I need to take this; it's an important call from Monaco."

He received the phone call as he stood by the door to their private dining room while she went straight to the ladies' room.

Entering, Katherine found Alia by the sink washing her handsnext to her were two socialites touching up their makeup. They wore skimpy dresses that were almost identical to each otherone was in white, while the other was in red. The won were giving Alia judgy stares, but the latter had her chin up and her poker face on as though she didn't have a care in the world.

"You know what I hate the most?" one of the socialites who wore the red dress asked her friend. "People who wear knock-offs. Such disrespect to the brand."

"I couldn't agree more. It's like trying hard to belong in the upper-class world where they don't really belong," added the other socialite, and the two laughed as they faced Alia.

Katherine walked over to the sink and washed her hands. She was just about to say sothing back to the socialites when she heard Alia chuckle.

"What's so funny?" said the one in white, crossing her arms in front of her fake breasts.

Alia took the ti to dry her hands with a paper towel before smiling at the two won. "What made you think I'm wearing a counterfeit dress?"

The woman in the red dress pointed at the logo on the left side of Alia's dress and haughtily said, "That logo is from a famous brand, and they don't have that design. I can bet that you're wearing knock-off clothing!"

Katherine laughed as she faced the two won and stood next to Alia. "How much do you want to bet?"

"What?"

"You're insistent that she's wearing fake. Why don't we bet on it?"

"Ha! You don't even know who I am, and you want to bet with ?"

With a smile on her face, Katherine shrugged, "No, I don't rember irrelevant people."

"Irrelevant?! She's Vicky Lee!" exclaid the one in the white dress. "Btch, she's Mr. Tyer's woman!"

"Tyer?" Katherine echoed.

"Yes! One of Esa's famous investors and a board mber of Crown Resort Group!"

Oh, how funny the situation is. These socialites didn't even know who they were talking toone was the mother of the chairman of CRG, who was also a shareholder of the company, while the other was the chairman's fiance and the heiress of Young Corporation.

Katherine heard about Mr. Tyer from Damien when the 'scandal' about them broke out, implicating Young Corporation and Crown Resort Group before the project bidding. The board mber pissed Damien off when the forr was being problematic during the ergency board eting.

"I see. But Mr. Tyer is a married man, and I know who his wife is. You sure have the guts to admit you're his mistress," said Katherine. Has the world always been like this? These won were so bold.

The woman in the red dress cleared her throat and shrugged off the comntary. "So, how much do you want to bet? I am a hundred percent sure that I am right. Do you want to lose money that much?" Her eyes darted to Katherine's dress and saw the sa logo on the left side. "Ha! Even you are wearing a fake one too. You two must be friends."

"Hmmm" Katherine looked at her clothes and pouted. "Now that you ntioned it I guess I might be. But oh well, you can na your price," she responded with an innocent look on her face.

"Twenty thousand dollars!" she blurted.

Alia hissed and questioned, "Are you sure you are willing to lose that much money?" This was a silly child's ga, but since they were already in it, they might as well enjoy the ride. She exchanged looks with Katherine, and they bore knowing smiles that only they understood.

"It's not my money I'm losing. It's yoursafter it will be proven to be fake. I have a friend from the main branch who can confirm it." A proud smile cast on her face, seemingly confident about her stance. She held her phone in her hand as if she was about to call soone.

What she didn't know was that it wasn't only money she would be losing today. Oh, Vicky Lee Don't you feel the urge to flee?