The owner of Aroma Exchange was none other than Zachary, a ruthless figure ranked ninth on the Underworld Index. However, he usually left the daily management to his personal favorite, Ruth.
When Luna and Leslie arrived, the entire restaurant fell silent. All eyes turned their way, filled with awe and wild admiration.
Someone gasped, "Oh my, it's Ms. Phelan! She's so unreal… so stunning!"
"You're insane for crushing on her. Do you have a death wish?"
Another chimed in, "Get real. She's not just a military commander! She's a young general with once-in-a-generation martial talent. Everything about her is perfect. You're just being delusional."
The person sighed. "If Luna looked at me just once, I'd gladly give up 20 years of my life."
Luna ignored her admirers' gaze and the excited whispers around her. Her expression remained as cold as ice, and she headed straight upstairs with Leslie.
Wearing a bright red dress, Ruth hurried over to greet them, "General, you're here!"
Luna did not even look at her. She just gave an indifferent acknowledgement and said, "Get Zachary out here."
Ruth looked apologetic. "General, I'm sorry but Zac just stepped out!"
Luna's expression remained blank. "Lying to my face isn't wise. I'll ask one more time. Get Zachary out here, or I'll just tear this place down myself."
Ruth flinched, her face going pale. Without another word, she turned and ran off to get him.
Moments later, Zachary showed up, his face clearly tense. He asked, "Ms. Phelan. What brings you here?"
Luna was already seated. Her long legs, wrapped in tall leather boots, kicked up on the coffee table, commanding the space with intimidating ease.
Leslie remained standing behind her, always ready to serve.
"Sit down. I have a few questions for you."
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