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e panic on Ethan's face, the useless way

, a spectator enjoying the sho

her the satisf

ng a ninety-eight-dollar filet mignon and

elped, but it

pen. Lukewarm steak, sticky sauce, and mashed

s cheek, leaving a greasy tra

h my god! Ethan! You psycho bitch!" She scrambled

ging to his golden hair. His handsome face was now a comical,

voice was so calm it surprised

ed away. My boots were silent on the plush ca

shouts and Scarlett's curses

hed the doors slide shut, s

t seeing anyone and pushed throug

ter, I gunned the engine and fled th

h a notification from the app. A customer complaint. I had thrown food a

escaped my lips. It was a broken s

ve and my job in

ark and sat on the cold metal, let

k Bentley glided to a

silver-haired butler leaned out. His e

k?" he asked, his voi

back of my hand. I looked at him, wary.

ignoring my question. He gestured to the

hiding whoever was inside. "Mr. Beaumont sent me," the butler

out, already changed into fresh clothes, his face still grim. He saw the Bentley, and when his eyes

eaumont" was someone Etha

onition, made me stand up. An

whose name I would learn was Alfred

rp as an eagle's, and he held a black ebony cane topped with a carved w

his voice low and commanding.

stood frozen, not daring to come closer. I knew, in that moment, that