There was a young woman, who, despite being decked out in designer wear, seemed a little tacky and uncouth, seated by the window. She was yelling her lungs out at a slender woman clad in waitress’s clothes and continuously lowering her head to apologize.
“Yes… Sorry, Miss, I really didn’t mean to do it!” Perhaps because it was her first time encountering such a thing, she was panic-stricken and at a complete loss for what to do. She was almost on the verge of tears.
“Sorry, and that’s it? Listen up. This dress is from Prada’s latest collection, and it’s worth more than fifty grand. It’s my first time wearing it today, and you spilled soup on it. You’ve ruined my dress! What’s the point of saying sorry? I want you to return the money for this dress to me!” the well-dressed woman cursed furiously.
At this moment, a middle-aged chubby man wearing a tag labeled ‘lobby manager’ pinned on his chest walked over and asked the angry woman politely, “Miss Taylor, may I ask what happened here?”
“Are you blind? It’s all your waitress’s fault. God knows what’s wrong with her eyes. She spilled the soup all over me. Now that my dress is soiled. How can I wear it? This restaurant owes me an explanation!”
When the chubby lobby manager heard this, he immediately scolded the waitress next to him, “What’s wrong with your eyes? Or is there something wrong with your brain? All you had to do was serve the soup, and yet you spilled it all over Miss Taylor!
“Do you know who Miss Taylor is? She’s Miss Gisele Taylor from one of the four top families of Orange County. Her dress costs more than fifty grand, a price you can’t even afford even if you work here for a decade! Tell me, what do you want to do?”
“I’m sorry. I… I really didn’t mean to do it. I don’t know how it happened…” The waitress was so frightened that tears of desperation streamed down her cheeks, of which one side was still a little red and swollen from the slap she had received. Gisele’s fingerprints were also on her face.
How could she possibly afford to pay tens of thousands of dollars?
Gisele sneered while looking at the tear-stained face of the weeping waitress with a fleeting trace of jealousy and resentment in her eyes.
She suddenly stretched out her hand to pick up a bowl of rice on the table and then poured it onto the floor. She then spat on it twice and looked up at the waitress with a malicious smile. “I doubt you can ever afford to buy this dress I’m wearing, and I’m afraid you can’t even fork out a penny to compensate for it! How about this? I will be merciful and let you off the hook this time as long as you finish every grain of rice on the floor. Once you do, I’ll stop holding it against you for ruining my dress. How does that sound?”
As soon as she said this, a series of shrieks filled the room.
“Huh? Did I hear that right?”
“Oh my God. She asked the waitress to eat the bowl of rice she poured onto the floor. She even spat twice onto it. How disgusting! It’s too humiliating!”
“Must she do that? Didn’t she just get her clothes stained a little? If she takes it to the dry cleaners now, I’m sure the stains can be removed. It’s not necessary to pay tens of thousands of dollars, right? This woman is even making her eat the filthy rice on the floor. That’s too much!”
“Shh! Keep your voice down! Didn’t you hear the manager say that this woman is one of the Taylors, a top family of Orange County? How dare you speak ill of her? Be careful not to get yourself in trouble!”
“She’s actually a Taylors? Ah, in that case, this waitress is in trouble…”
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The incident attracted the attention of many patrons in the restaurant because it happened in the lobby, where many people were coming and going. Gisele’s voice was sharp and shrill, so almost all eyes were on her, and many began discussing softly among themselves.
Many people were naturally in disapproval of her bullying, but they didn’t dare to speak out against her behavior because they feared the power of her family.
Besides, the victim of her bullying was just a waitress who didn’t have a powerful background. In their opinion, it wouldn’t be worth it to offend Gisele for her!
The waitress remained still and clutched her hands tightly while trembling incessantly. Her face was as red as a tomato because of her anger and embarrassment.
She clenched her teeth tightly, but her tears kept flowing down uncontrollably.
She didn’t know why things had suddenly turned out like this.
She had just followed the instructions she was given and served the food to the patrons who ordered it. She had also placed the food on the table according to the rules, but Gisele suddenly instructed her to get her a bowl of soup.
In order to abide by the motto of ‘the customer is king’, she obediently got a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Gisele.
But at this time, Gisele suddenly waved her hand, causing the bowl of soup to topple over. Before she could even respond, Gisele gave her a hard slap on her face and lashed out at her for spilling the soup and getting her clothes soiled. Gisele even demanded that the waitress pay her the original price of over 50 thousand dollars to compensate for the dress. But how could she possibly afford this?
But if she didn’t pay, Gisele would force her to eat the rice covered in her spit on the floor. How could she stand such humiliation?
While she was contemplating and finding herself stuck in a dilemma, Gisele lost her patience and urged, “Are you going to eat or not? I was kind enough to give you a chance. If you don’t cherish it, compensate me now! Let me tell you, my patience is limited. Do you know what to do now?”
“Exactly! Don’t be ignorant and stubborn. Miss Taylor is kind enough to give you this chance to eat something in exchange for the compensation. If you keep hesitating, you’ll lose this chance too!” the chubby lobby manager chimed in callously.
After a long internal psychological struggle, the waitress finally nodded in reluctance. “Okay… I-I’ll eat it! Miss Taylor, I hope you’ll keep to your word and not pursue this matter any further.”
A smug smile appeared on Gisele’s face, and she said slowly, “That’s for sure. As long as you polish off the rice on the floor, I’ll forgive you for soiling my dress!”
The waitress gritted her teeth and slowly squatted down to eat the filthy, saliva-stained rice while curbing her nausea. All of a sudden, a strong hand grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Don’t listen to her!” A mellow and familiar voice suddenly rang in the waitress’s ears.
She raised her head in surprise and happened to face Lucas’s angry gaze.
“Lucas?! Why are you here too?” The waitress blinked. Her face was extremely familiar to Lucas.
This waitress was none other than Grace Keller, with whom Lucas had had a few encounters!
