Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 988

The manager looked up to look at Violet. "Are you Ms. Lina?"

Violet gulped. "I'm not."

"That's right," he said with a smile. "I'm delivering the food for Ms. Lina and Ms. Lina only. This is no mistake!"

"But she-"

Violet yearned to say more, but the manager didn't allow her any opportunity. Without warning, he stood tall, gesturing for the others behind to do the same. Their voices grew louder. "Enjoy your meal, Ms. Lina!"

To be honest, Lina felt extremely uneasy as she ate.

More than ten attendants stood around the classroom while the manager served her. Numerous students watched from outside.

She started to perspire. The more she pondered, the stranger it seemed.

Upon returning home, her first instinct was to confront Zuko.

"What was that during lunch?" she inquired.

He furrowed his brow. Hadn't he arranged a meal for her through the owner of Best Level?

Could it be that the food wasn't good?

"Zeke!" Lina's expression grew anxious. Suspicion clouded her innocent eyes. "Tell me the truth..."

She hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "Who are you really?"

Zuko stared at her, his confusion evident. Just as he was attempting to discern what had gone awry, Melissa's voice echoed from the other room. She requested Lina's assistance with an account. Lina glared at him fiercely and declared, "I'll question you later!"

Zuko was left bewildered, his gaze fixed on Lina's retreating figure.

Just then, he received a text message.

Glancing around, he made his way to the courtyard and opened the message, revealing a video clip. It was from the owner of Best Level, claiming credit for their actions.

[We served Ms. Lina the finest dishes at noon, accompanied by our top-notch manager and attendants! I hope you are pleased with our service, Mr. Zuko.] Zuko's facial expression changed!

He watched the video clip in silence. The extravagant display was almost unbearable to watch.

Taking a deep breath, Zuko covered his face with one hand. He had merely requested the owner to send Lina a meal, not orchestrate a grand spectacle fit for a national leader!

No wonder Lina had fiercely questioned his identity earlier. She would undoubtedly discover the truth with a little effort.

Just as he was lost in thought, Zuko's phone vibrated. He picked it up, and it was the hotel owner, fawning over him. "Sir, I... I hope you enjoyed..."

"I am satisfied," Zuko replied curtly, forcing the words through his grim expression.

The person on the other end was overjoyed. "Since that's the case, I will make arrangements for tomorrow—"

"You did great today," Zuko said coldly. "Don't do it again!"

"Huh? What "

Zuko hung up abruptly, cutting off the conversation.

Suddenly, a tap on his shoulder startled him. He turned around to find Lina's bright eyes fixed on him.

"Umm, I..." Zuko stuttered, struggling to find the right words.

"Did you do something illegal again?" Lina's voice was filled with suspicion.

Stunned by her accusation, Zuko felt like her unwavering gaze was judging him.

"Zeke, the hotel's food is expensive!" Lina emphasized, her tone serious. "If you didn't acquire the money legally, how did you afford it? Did you forge IDs again?" Caught off guard, Zuko hesitated, searching for an explanation.

"Umm..." he began, his mind racing to find the right response.

"If that's not the case..." Lina leaned closer, her penetrating eyes locked on him. "Then tell me, who are you exactly?"