Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 169

They would gossip about who had the best figure, whose waist was the slimmest, whose breasts were obviously fake. She knew she would be the butt of their jokes for a long time to come.

After all, not every man was as refined and gentle as Quennel.

Vivian looked down at her own flat chest and, in a fit of rage, swept all the cosmetics off the table and onto the floor. If her body were as stunning as Stephanie's, she wouldn't have been so angry, even with the wardrobe malfunction.

But the looks those rich heirs had given her were filled with contempt. She had even heard them mock her, saying her chest was as flat as a board.

It was utterly humiliating!

A waiter knocked timidly on the door. "Ms. Yates, I failed. Someone blocked the wine, so I couldn't spill it on Mr. Gonzalez."

This only fueled Vivian's rage. "You useless idiot! What good are you? Get out! You're fired!"

Having inexplicably lost her job, the waiter stood outside the door, unsure of what to do.

As she turned, she bumped squarely into a man's chest.

It was Mr. Benson Yates, Vivian's older brother.

Her face flushed. "M-Mr. Benson..."

Benson waited for the server to steady herself before withdrawing his hand and taking a polite step back. "What happened?"

The server recounted the entire incident to him.

After listening, Benson's brow furrowed.

"My sister was in the wrong. On her behalf, I apologize. Please, go back to your work."

The server was stunned. This son of the Yates family was the complete opposite of Vivian.

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