Chapter 367
The Billionaire’s Maid Bride
Inside the private room, a glamorously dressed lady was lounging on the couch surrounded by a few friends, while the waitress Tina was standing not too far away, her head bowed in a conversation with another waitress. Tina said, âMrs. Pearson, Iâm really sorry. Iâll be more careful next time.â
But Tina felt wronged. In fact, another lady unintentionally bumped into her arm, causing her to spill the red wine in her hand. The wine, unfortunately, splashed onto Mrs. Pearsonâs shoes, a pair worth fifty to sixty thousand dollars, which scared the living daylights out of Tina.
âWhereâs your manager? Why isnât she here yet? The service at Red Jack Club is getting sloppier by the minute!â
âOur manager will be here any minute now.â
Mrs. Pearson rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction. She had just lost a card game, and now this waitress spilled half a glass of wine on her shoes. She was super pissed off. She had waited half a month for these new shoes, only to have them ruined after two days. It was clear that the waitress couldnât afford to replace them. How could Mrs. Pearson possibly cheer up?
Just then, Serena knocked and came in. âSorry, Mrs. Pearson. I got held up, didnât mean to keep you waiting. Donât be mad!â
Mrs. Pearson was a regular here, often playing cards with a few friends. Serena knew these ladies but only as acquaintances. In their eyes, Serena was barely a step up from an ordinary waitress.
âOh, you got held up, huh? Whatâs so important, Serena? I feel like youâre just blowing me off!â Mrs.
Pearson glanced down at her beige lambskin heels. âFigure out what to do with these shoes and this careless waitress! Your service at Red Jack Club is going downhill. N6 respect for the rules. You mess up my shoes and then have the audacity to argue!â
Tina kept her head down. âI didnât, Mrs. Pearson. Can I clean it for you?â
âClean it? These shoes are ruined once they get wet!â The red wine on these shoes had already made them unwearable.
Tinaâs face turned pale with fear. She couldnât afford to replace a pair of shoes worth fifty to sixty thousand. She could only plead for Serenaâs help. But Serena, unlike Sarah, didnât protect her staff.
She coldly stared at Tina. âWhat are you looking at me for? You messed up Mrs. Pearsonâs shoes. You should apologize and compensate her.â
Serena turned to Mrs. Pearson. âMrs. Pearson, Iâll deal with such a careless employee according to Red Jack Clubâs rules. Iâm going to fire her right away!â
She bowed her head with a smiling face, extremely humble. Such treatment, which satisfied the dignity of these lofty ladies, naturally cooled them off. Mrs. Pearson didnât plan on making a fuss any longer.
âAlright, letâs leave it at that. I donât want to make this harder for you.â
Serena nodded repeatedly.
But Tina was taken aback and could hardly believe it. âMs. Serena, you canât fire me. You know my grandmaâs health situation. She needs medication every day. You canât let me lose my job!â Tina begged, âMs. Serena, I beg you!â
Serena ignored Tinaâs plea, and dismissed her, âTina, you messed up Mrs. Pearsonâs shoes. Itâs already a huge favor that Mrs. Pearson isnât asking you to compensate.â
âMrs. Pearson, pleaseâ¦â Tina hastily said, almost kneeling on the carpet.
Rich ladies like Mrs. Pearson couldnât understand the pressures and feelings of the lower class. She only cared about her shoes. A waitressâ wage wasnât much, so of course, Tina couldnât afford to compensate for a pair of shoes worth fifty to sixty thousand. It was not fair to ruin someoneâs life over a pair of shoes. The fifty to sixty thousand wouldnât really matter to her, but she had waited several days to get these shoes, and they were ruined after only two days, which made her really upset.
âMrs. Pearson, I didnât know you were here too.â Leah appeared at the door.
Upon seeing Leah, Mrs. Pearson immediately stood up. âSo itâs Mrs. Flanagan.â