My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2820 - 2830

Mr. Canton was hit hardest, breaking into a cold sweat while his face paled noticeably by several shades.

Just a handful of shareholders enjoy the exclusive right to the VIP private room.

Over countless years, despite it staying empty, nobody ever had the guts to book it.

Yet today...

A bold soul actually defied the club's strict rules by reserving it.

Should Frank Parker discover this audacity...

"What's with all this commotion?" Frank Parker snapped, impatience lacing his tone.

Fresh beads of cold sweat erupted on Mr. Canton's brow.

He lacked the courage to speak the truth.

As he pondered fabricating an excuse to stall, planning to void the booking discreetly later, the Lobby Manager blurted out in panic and dread, "Mr. Parker, the VIP private room has sat unused for years, and since the front desk wasn't aware of your visit today, they went ahead and booked it."

"It was an exception because the booker is President Ashton’s wife."

Mr. Canton fumed and fretted upon hearing the Lobby Manager reveal this to Frank Parker, ready to berate him, yet the final detail made him snap his mouth shut with evident relief.

The VIP room booker was Ashton Heath’s wife?

Shareholders' spouses indeed possess equivalent privileges to the shareholders themselves.

Thus, the front desk's unauthorized booking of the VIP private room broke no rules.

Though Mr. Canton exhaled in relief, memories of the old feud between Frank Parker and Ashton Heath surged back, instantly knotting his breath once more.

Still...

Frank Parker's grudge was with Ashton Heath himself.

He'd caught wind of murmurs about Frank Parker's rumored affair with Ashton Heath’s wife before.

Gossip swirled around their supposed intimate ties.

Surely, he wouldn't mind Ashton Heath’s wife using it, then?

True, such rumors aren't always factual and might stem from baseless claims, but as the proverb goes, no smoke rises without fire.

With that in mind, Mr. Canton felt a measure of comfort.

"That's right, Mr. Parker." Mr. Canton stole a quick peek at Frank Parker's expression, noting it wasn't stormy, so he hastened forward to deflect blame and bowed deferentially, saying, "We only reserved it because Ms. Joanna requested it."

"Had we known you'd arrive, we'd have saved it solely for you."

"That said, if you desire the room, we can contact Ms. Joanna immediately and inform her it's taken."

Ms. Joanna was no small fry they could trifle with either.

However, weighed against the man before them... offending her seemed the wiser, safer choice.

Crossing her might let them scrape by.

But antagonizing him could spell their doom.

Frank Parker remained silent, though a peculiar glint flickered in his sharp phoenix eyes.

Joanna Lawrence was dining here tonight too?

This spared him the need to invent a reason to visit her.

A thrill stirred within his chest, lifting his spirits visibly, while the frosty mask on his striking features thawed, as warmth seeped into his icy phoenix gaze.

The forbidding chill that repelled others began to dissipate, rendering him far more approachable.

Mr. Canton picked up on Frank Parker's shift right away, a realization dawning.

Those rumors held water after all.

At the very least, half-true.

Some undeniable chemistry existed between Mr. Parker and Ms. Joanna.

The man who'd been an icy fortress moments prior had flipped his demeanor far too blatantly upon learning of Joanna Lawrence's presence.