My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 245

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It was probably a once in a lifetime event.

Somebody even uploaded the pitch-black video to the internet.

Just as Ashlyn finished her second song, the manager came running inside while sweating profusely. Behind him were several staff members carrying candles.

“My sincerest apologies, dearest guests. Our technicians are working as fast as they can to solve this problem and we’ve also contacted the Power Supply Bureau. We’ve brought you some candles so you may all enjoy a candlelit dinner. Tonight, everything shall be on the house!”

Then, he instructed his staff to distribute the candles to various tables.

Within minutes, the restaurant glittered like fireflies were dancing around inside.

Needless to say, the atmosphere this created was indescribably romantic.

Ashlyn took this opportunity to slip back into her seat across from Pierre.

In the kitchen, the generator was growling loudly as it generated enough electricity so the kitchen staff could resume their duties.

If that were placed in the dining area, the noise it created would have affected the customers’ mood and dining experience.

That was why Ashlyn decided on using candles instead.

“Ms. Berry, you’re so amazing!” Pierre shot her thumbs up.

“You flatter me. My singing is nothing special.” She stated calmly.

“Nothing special? You’re even better than those professional singers!” He uttered incredulously. “I know the director of a record company. I could give him your number and you could churn out some albums!”

She lowered her eyes. “Pierre, I’m not interested. You have to keep this secret, okay?”

“I know, I know. Keep everything low profile and then some.” Admiration shone on his face as he stared at her.

“That’s right.”

In the Power Supply Bureau.

The two staff members on duty were trembling as they stared at the Satan who was sitting in the office with them.

Satan, or more commonly known as President Nolan, called their director earlier and ordered them to shut down the electricity supply toward Imperial Hotel.

What the hell is this?

Lucas had thought that by cutting off the electricity to Imperial Hotel, Ashlyn and that Frenchman would leave.

And then what happened?

The hotel was indeed the most high-class restaurant in town and had the best business. They somehow came up with the idea to create candlelit dinners and waive the bills for their customers to ensure they did not leave.

Rage burned in Lucas’s dark eyes while a terrifying aura emanated from him.

Not even a blackout is stopping her from eating with that damn man. Do I have to interrupt them personally?

He stood up, his well-built body and tall height incredibly intimidating to the other two men in the room.

The man was like a combination of walking iceberg and an active volcano that was ready to explode at any moment.

Exiting the building, Lucas got inside the car with his face looking as chilly as a block of ice.

Spencer’s voice was careful as he asked, “Where are we going?”

“Imperial Hotel.” Was the frosty reply.

Spencer gulped as fear rose in him.

…

Meanwhile, all social media sites were exploding with news about the blackout at Imperial Hotel.

#ImperialHotelresidentsinger#

#UnchainedMelody#

#Memory#

#IneverknewImperialHotelhadaresidentsinger#

#voiceofanangel#

The netizens were going crazy as they discussed the events at the Imperial Hotel.

“Oh my! I was just there having dinner!”

“Let me show you guys how romantic it is to eat a candlelit dinner!”

“Aww, I really want to have a candlelight dinner at Imperial Hotel too! I thought it would be a disaster but it turned out so romantic!”

“The resident singer left after singing two songs only. Didn’t even manage to catch a glimpse of her face.”

“I suspect she’s just a kind and beautiful woman who didn’t want everyone to panic. That’s why she probably lied about being the resident singer.”

“I think so too! Everybody was this close to leaving the restaurant and giving it horrible reviews.”

“She volunteered to sing two classics and boy, did she have an amazing voice!”

“Anyone who was at Imperial Hotel tonight is so lucky!”