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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
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