Waitress.

The waitress got into the kitchen after instructing one of the cleaners in the Yates mansion to clean up the drink that spilled on the floor. Thankfully the glass didn't fall off the tray and only got to spill out the juice.

She took out her phone and made a call. Once the call got connected, the person on the other end of the line didn't wait for her to speak before throwing a barrage of questions into her ear.

"It's five minutes now, have you gotten the job done? Is she drunk now? Have the drugs started working on her? And why can't I find her anywhere?” Vanessa asked, her dark gaze roaming around the sitting room filled with affluent men as she hid in a corner where no one would find her.

"M-ma’am,” The waitress called out in a stutter.

"What is it? Did get the job done or not!” Vanessa’s malicious voice boomed into the waitress's ear, causing her to shudder at it. Vanessa could already feel that something must have gone wrong.

The waitress was sure that her madam w