Angela looked up, desperately searching Butler the manager's and Luke's faces for even the slightest hint that this was a joke.
But there was nothing.
The owner of Celestial Feast… was Selina.
Selina—the owner? Impossible!
Then the realization hit her like ice water—she had just spent the last half hour bragging about knowing the owner… right in front of Selina herself. Selina must have been laughing at her the whole time.
Across the table, the class president froze, panic flashing across his face.
Wait—Selina was the owner of Celestial Feast?!
He'd come here to beg the owner to delete the surveillance footage, and the owner turned out to be… Selina?!
He shot Angela a desperate look, like a drowning man grasping at a rope.
"Miss Morris, you said you were friends with the owner of Celestial Feast. It can't be Selina, right? I—I believe you. Hurry, call the owner and expose her!"
Angela swayed slightly, feeling the blood rush to her head.
