Josie, noticing the waiter’s disbelief, felt a bit embarrassed. She tugged at Mallory’s sleeve. “Aren’t you being impolite?”

“In these times, one can never be too cautious.”

After Mallory finished speaking, the waiter slightly lifted his head unexpectedly, revealing his eyes previously concealed under the baseball cap. His pitch-black pupils carried a hidden sharpness that resembled the flash of a blade being unsheathed. Just like that, he stared directly at Mallory.

Suddenly, Mallory felt her legs weaken.

Why does an ordinary waiter like him have such an intense gaze?

The atmosphere grew tense. Josie wanted to intervene and defuse the situation, but all she heard was the waiter straining his voice to the point of distortion, gritting his teeth as he replied to Mallory, “I have a skin condition.”

Mallory stood rooted to the spot, wondering why the voice sounded so familiar to her.

Who is he? I just

maternal instincts. She stepped forward, gently pulling Mallory away and apologizing, “I’m sorry, my friend

who had ordered a large amount

her,

earlier. This can’t be… How can I possibly

still saw the same waiter

a complex stare, desperately trying to find a

her for her lack of

effort to find you. If possible, I hope

grandfather came up, Josie lowered her head slightly. “I’ll consider it,”

was always from high society. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass

with incredible force. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows by the street, one could clearly see a group of people

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