She glanced up and down at Vivian Sinclair.
Then asked coldly, "How did you get in here? Not just anyone can enter this place."
The Imperial Palate is Varden's top high-end restaurant.
Not only is it expensive, but it also has a strict admission mechanism.
You can't just walk in because you have money.
This place values identity, background, connections, and requires layers of scrutiny.
Someone like Vivian Sinclair, whose background is ambiguous, shouldn't have appeared in such a setting.
Yet, faced with such blatant humiliation.
Vivian Sinclair remained unhurried, her expression unchanged, and she even smiled slightly.
"I walked in on my own two feet. What about you? Did you crawl in?"
Lucia Prescott was stunned immediately, her eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at her.
Her face flushed red, her chest heaving violently.
