Chapter 12

“Don’t scare the poor girl, Ry.”

Another foreign voice though light and playful, held a slight edge to it, immediately ringing alarm bells in Emma’s mind, despite which she held her composure and maintained her head low.

“Mr. Lee, we asked for a bartender not… entertainment.”

“N-No, Miss Stark. Emma here is the bartender who completed your previous orders, and since you were very satisfied with her, I assigned her here for the night.”

Saying this the manager quickly nudged Emma, who was surprised by his statement and looked at the manager in questioning.

Satisfied?

Then the manager lied to her because he was afraid she would refuse to become their private bartender.

Understanding his thoughts, Emma calmly looked at the manager before taking a glance around the room.

“What? Are you not willing to be our bartender here?”

The playful voice from before spoke again but this time it had lost its playfulness and was instead full of disdain.

Mr. Lee whose forehead was once again covered in