Billionaire’s Pampered Wife

After saying her piece, Stella looked at Edwin and said, “I may have to trouble you to hack into the surveillance systems of shopping malls and playgrounds to find the clown that we are looking for. A clown with lots of toys and roses in his hands, but what’s different is that there are hidden cameras in his toys. If you spot one, we could then immediately arrest him.”

Alissa pursed her lips, shrugged her shoulders, and rolled her eyes. She still did not believe in Stella’s deduction.

“Okay, I’ll get on to it and report to you when I’ve found the clown,” Edwin said with strong determination.

Stella gave a small smile, “Thank you for your hard work.”

She stood up and prepared to leave.

“Didn’t someone say that she’s going to treat us? Are you going back on your words again?” Alissa said in an enigmatic tone.

Stella glanced at the time on her watch and replied, “See you all in Barbara Seafood Restaurant at 6 p. m.”

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Stella felt a little tired when she reached home. She turned on the air conditioner habitually, put on some music, lit a scented candle, lay down on the sofa, and closed her eyes to rest.

Unexpectedly, all of a sudden, the image of a car rushing towards her flashed across her mind. She opened her eyes and they were filled with fear.

She stood up, lit more scented candles, poured herself a glass of water, and took big gulps of it. She took a deep breath and calmed down gradually.

As she was afraid of the flashbacks recurring, she decided against taking a nap. Instead, she changed her attire and went to the gym to practice yoga. It was already 5:20 p. m. when she was done.

She took a quick shower, changed her clothes, put on some simple makeup, and headed over to the restaurant. When she reached the entrance of the restaurant, she heard someone shouting, “Black.”

Stella stopped subconsciously, turned her head towards the source of the sound, and saw the side profile of a man.

His side profile looked stunning, angled with unflinching coldness. He had a great figure and was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt, where the buttons on his sleeves were clasped tightly. His features were crisp cold yet had a touch of poise composure, making him look charmingly refined.

Was he Black, whom she was going to meet at next afternoon?

“Stella,” Edwin called.

Stella snapped back into her senses and looked at Edwin. She smiled and said, “Have you been here for long?”

Edwin asked her in surprise, “How did you know?”

“The parking lot is 300 meters away from here, and the temperature here is much lower. Looking at your face, it seems like you’ve been here for a long time,” Stella explained.

“I think that you’re not only a psychologist but also someone who is even more professional than the police,” Edwin praised.

“We’re all the same actually. Many policemen also learn psychology to make judgments through detailed observation. To study psychology, one needs to know everything about life while being a policeman requires a more unsolicited thinking style,” Stella said patiently.

“Well, you don’t look very old yourself but your folder stated that you’re 31 years old when you look only 21-year-old,” Edwin said shyly.

Stella chuckled, “That is because girls from my country are much petite than the girls from the United States, which is why you probably had the illusion that I’m younger. I’ve seen your information before and I should be 7 years older than you.”

Edwin shrugged his shoulders and hinted, “I don’t care about age, nationality, or anything else.”

Stella chuckled and replied casually, “You’re an excellent man and you will definitely find a suitable girl. Let’s find someplace to sit down. They should be here anytime soon.”

Stella spotted a table for ten and walked towards it.

Black noticed Stella from the corner and fixated his gaze upon her. His eyes were deep yet distant, as though he had been transported to another world.

A waiter came over and handed over the menu after Stella sat down.

She handed the menu to Edwin, “Order whatever you like to eat.”

Edwin opened the menu and said in surprise, “Everything is expensive here! The King Crab costs 100 dollars per pound, and a king crab usually weighs approximately 10 pounds. It would cost 1000 dollars!”

“Just order whatever you like. It’s okay” Stella said simply. Putting a hand over her mouth, she continued, “I’ll let you in on a secret, I’m actually the owner of this shop.”

Edwin opened his eyes wide in disbelief, “Really?”

“I enjoy seafood, that’s why I opened this shop. The business is pretty good, and you will know why after you taste them. All the raw materials here are raised in the cleanest seawater and shipped through the air,” Stella said.

Edwin still couldn’t believe it, “Is this really your shop?”

“Don’t tell anybody about it, alright?” Stella smiled and said to the waiter, “Table 15 over there with people from A Country won’t need to pay their bill.”

“Yes,” The waiter nodded respectfully.

Edwin finally believed her, “Then I’ll have a King crab and keep your secret safe with me.”

“Okay,” Stella trusted him. When she saw her colleagues entering, she waved her hand.

“Wow,” Alissa looked at the fresh sea creatures in the middle of the restaurant in disbelief, “I never expected the restaurant to be this stylish. It’s like we’ve come to an actual restaurant that is by the seaside.”

Stella gestured, “Come, take a seat.”

She then said to the waiter, “Bring us three menus.”

A moment later, the waiter came over with the menus and distributed them.

Alissa glimpsed at the price and said, “Stella, you must’ve earned a lot as a psychologist right?”

“My grandfather is rich,” Stella said frankly, “Order anything you want to eat. The King Crab here is exceptionally good, and the oysters too.”

“Then each of us will have a King Crab. You don’t mind, right?” Alissa said.

“Alissa, a small king crab weighs around 10 pounds. Are you able to finish it?” Edwin said indignantly.

“I could finish it one by myself. Why? Does it offend you? Stella was the one who wanted to treat us a meal,” Alissa hissed.

“It’s okay. Each of you can have one,” Stella said casually.

“I want five oysters and one plate of sashimi. That’s all, you guys may order the rest,” Alissa closed the menu and said.

“I can’t finish a King Crab alone, so give me half of it. And, since you said that the oysters are good, then I’ll have 2 of them please,” Hogward said.

“Apart from oysters, the whelks are also delicious. You should order some,” Stella suggested.

“Alright. I’ll have 2 whelks then,” Hogward said.

“I want whelks as well. Give me 5 of them,” Alissa said.

The men looked at Alissa with displeasure as they felt that she had gone too far.

“I’ll order the same as Hogward. I can’t finish it if I order too much, and it won’t taste as good if I leave it overnight,” Ray said with a sheepish smile.

“Ray, what do you mean? Are you saying that you can’t even eat as much as me? Are you guys still men?” Alissa mocked.

“Be careful, you might die from obesity,” Edwin said bluntly.

“Don’t worry. I’m the kind of person who can’t get fat no matter what,” Alissa replied sarcastically.

“I’ll order the same as Hogward too,” Edwin said.

Stella smiled and said to the waiter, “Fifteen oysters, fifteen whelks, two sashimis, three King Crabs, five portions of lettuce salads, and a bottle of red wine please.”

“Yes,” The waiter took down the order and left.

The waiter came back shortly after with the red wine in his hand and said to Stella, “The men from A Country at table 15 have paid the bill for your table. He thanked you for your generosity and returned your kindness with another.”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.