The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Spencer glanced over at Emmeline, just as he was about to speak, a loud crash thundered from behind them.

Spencer and Emmeline quickly turned around, only to find the young waiter they had seen earlier, collapsed on the floor, his back having slammed into a chair, causing the racket. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his breathing heavy and panicked.

It was only after Georgia had left that he visibly relaxed, slumping to the ground in relief.

Spencer stepped forward to help the waiter up. "It's okay, no worries. If that woman bothers you again, give this guy a call."

Spencer pulled out his phone, scrolled to Alaric's contact, and showed it to the waiter. Alaric was probably the only one who could handle Georgia's arrogance.

The waiter quickly bowed in thanks. "Sir, thank you so much, I can't thank you enough."

looks pretty bad, you should get it treated right away," Spencer said with concern. The waiter's hand, initially just reddened, now sported blisters from the burn - no small matter. "Thank you,

in his tracks. "Where do

customers to see me serving food like this. I'm just going to treat my wound and then I'll

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pride and anger, lifted his blistered hand, unbuttoned his uniform, threw it on the ground, and with a gaze full of suppressed rage, he stared at the manager: "I quit! Consider tonight's wages a gift for you

of the diner, his departure

without it, they're hesitant, constantly weighing

regret this! The diner won't take you back after this!" the manager shouted after the departing figure of the