?<strong>Chapter 851:</strong>


    Thement struck just the right chord with Norton, whoughed heartily and gave a yful nod in agreement.


    As everyone settled in to eat, a session ofvish dishes arrived, each more decadent than thest, the table now groaning with indulgence.


    They could savor ck truffles and sip on vintage wines without a care.


    Madisyn, however, felt something was off.


    She turned to the waiter and asked, “Is this the meal we ordered?”


    “Yes.” The waiter checked the order with a quick nce and nodded.


    Madisyn instinctively nced at Norton, wondering if he had taken it upon himself to upgrade the menu.


    Just then, a tall, graceful figure entered the room, instantly stealing everyone’s attention.


    Dressed in an impably tailored suit, Andrew exuded effortless elegance.


    His broad shoulders and poised, graceful demeanor gave him the air of someone used to being admired.


    With an almost regal confidence, he took his seat beside Madisyn.


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    The entire group sat in awe, witnessing a moment of undeniable elegance.


    Madisyn and Andrew made an impable match.


    “Did you arrange this?” Madisyn asked.


    Andrew nodded.


    “Yes. I noticed how hard you’d all been workingtely. Everyone deserves a treat. Enjoy the food and drinks.”


    Norton chuckled and said, “Guys, did you hear what Mr. Klein said? Everyone, don’t hold back. Let’s eat and drink until he’s bankrupt.”


    Everyone in the crew was overwhelmed with happiness.


    They couldn’t believe their luck.


    First, they received gift bags worth over a hundred thousand dors.


    And now, they were treated to such an exquisite meal.


    Even the royalties would be envious of this.


    Staying at Edge Entertainment had undoubtedly proven to be the best decision they had ever made.


    As everyone enjoyed their meal, a waitress moved gracefully around the table, pouring drinks for each person.


    When the waitress approached Andrew, her hand suddenly trembled, and the wine spilled on his clothes.


    “Mr. Klein…” The waitress’s face turned pale as she quickly looked at Andrew, her hands still trembling.


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