Chapter 12
Ophelia let out a cold laugh. “It’s not about what I want. You’ve offended Ms. Jefferson. It’s her birthday, and you’ve ruinedhet mood I don’t think I need to spell out the consequences for
knew there was no way out of this, and I would have to drink. Looking at Ms. Jefferson, I apologized, “I’m sorry for being difficult earlier, Ms. Jefferson. While this isn’t typically part of my job, since it’s your birthday, I’ll have a drink”
M Jefferson Laughed “Ms. Smith, you’re incredible you got him to comply so quickly! Though letting him off this easily seems too generous.”
Thad hoped submitting would be enough, but she proved to be more difficult than I had imagined
(aren’t satisfied.“Ophelia said, grabbing a bottle from the table and walking toward me, “let’s make sure you are!”
She pulled out a thick stack of cash and threw it at my feet. “You need money, right? Ms. Jefferson offered a thousand dollars per drink. Here’s five thousand dollars for this bole!” She threw several more stacks of cash in front of me. “This should be enough for you to finish everything on this table!”
money at my feet, speechless. To them, this was just the cost of a night’s drinks, something they could use to easily trample someone’s dignity. Looking up at the woman I once loved deeply, I saw no Incident
of her father gentleness. Her stern expression and cold eyes spoke only of hatred, showing how she still had not moved past that
Seeing my hesitation, Ophelia mocked, “What’s wrong? Do you think it’s not enough?
“This is worth half a year’s salary for you, and it’s just a matter of swallowing your pride. But som
someone like you who stole his father’s money and ran away probably doesn’t care about pride
Was this how they had portrayed me? What kind of person had become in her eyes–in everyone’s eyes–because of these misunderstandings?
“This is your last chance. Drink it all and take the money, or get out of Juville! Ophelia stood befour me, trampling my dignity
Either chore would wound me deeply, but I was at a dead end” it make M. Jefferson feel better, I’ll drink”
I took the bottle from Ophelia and downed it in one go, alcohol spilling down my shirt. The burning liquor scorched my throat and sensitive stomach, but I forced myself to finish it After exprying the bottle, coughed painfully, my throat burning “Ms. letterson, I’ve finished the bottle. Please accept my apology
Jefferson’s face lit up with amusement. This server is interesting! But Ms. Smith, you’re amazing He didn’t even dare to fight back Alright, alright, that’s good enough.” Seeing her smile,
un relief. “Since you’re satiated, I’ll take my leave now.”
I turned to leave, stepping over the money on the floor, but Ms. Jefferson called out. “Hey, did say you could go?” “You’ve really something, huh? What about the money on the ground? You’re just going to walk away from it?–
