Chapter 45

“Ryleigh!” Flora approaches Rye, holding a dish of food in her left hand. "Thank God you've arrived. You won't believe that" she says, making Rye frown.

“Huh?”

"Could you please bring this upstairs?" Flora gave her the tray, which Rye promptly took. "We have a group of VIPs in that area." Rye turned around and looked back as she started and pointed through her. "See... and the food was also provided by one of our VIPs. The name is printed on the receipt. Thank you!" she exclaimed, turning away from her.

Rye's face furrowed as he continued to stare at Flora as she entered the kitchen. ‘Why is she in such a rush when there were four waitresses?’ She pondered.

She returned her gaze to the two long tables. She guessed such people were business monsters with politicians as partners. Nothing has changed.

Rye shook her head and began to walk upstairs. When her gaze rested on the left table and saw a pair—French kissing each other, she groaned as she climbed onto the second floor.

‘Gross!’

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