The Secret Successor

CHAPTER 400

A black limousine oozing nothing but luxury thanks to its golden linings, stopped in front of a small restaurant, grabbing many people’s attention.

Teresa, who was inside the car, took one look at the street-side restaurant which didn’t even have a roof. All it had were ten tables, a board, and the chef, who also seemed to be the owner, was multitasking. “Are you sure this is the restaurant?” she asked the driver, even though she had already confirmed the name on the dirty board to be the one that Elora had shared.

“Yes, ma’am. Do you want to step out?” the driver, a handsome man with a military haircut and trimming asked politely.

Teresa had trouble formulating a reply. “She wants to talk in this filthy environment where house flies and dirt mar the food? I should have guessed something like this would happen, given she used to be a poor loner with no parents or background. And she’s been in her bed for two decades. This crappy road-side cookery must look pleasing to her sullen eye