Chapter 7
“Yes, our restaurant does offer free bread refills. But that doesn’t mean you can show up with five people and share one damn plate! If everyone pulled this stunt, we’d be bankrupt in a week!”
The reporter interviewed several passersby on the street for their opinions.
“As a customer, I get it. This kind of behavior is shameless. She clearly came in just to freeload.”
“Seriously disgusting. Refill policy is for individuals–not whole families mooching off one portion. That’s abusing kindness.”
“Only someone with no shame would do that. Most decent people would never.”
After compiling a few clips, the news anchor concluded.
“This refill incident has sparked heated discussion online. Many support the restaurant’s stance and are calling for more responsible consumer behavior.”
Back at the restaurant, one of my father’s assistants arrived with printed receipts and surveillance footage.
“Mr. Sterling,” the man said, “Miss Vivian paid $105. They ordered five dishes and a soup. Ethan asked for a plate of bread, which he refilled.”
He handed over a tablet. “And here’s the full video. From ordering to payment to the refill.”
The flat–screen behind them lit up, playing the footage for everyone in the restaurant to see.
There I was, placing the order.
There were the dishes arriving.
There were the kids eating quietly.
There was the boy walking to get more bread.
The truth laid bare.
Nathan’s face twisted in fury. Without warning, he slapped Tiffany across the face.
Smack!
“How dare you?!”
Tiffany’s eyes darted wildly. Then she burst into tears, her voice shaking as she cried.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know she ordered that much! I thought she only got bread. I wasn’t trying to start anything–I just misunderstood!”
I let out a cold laugh.
“Even if I did only order one bread–this place is mine. I can eat whatever I want. Since when does a waitress get to dictate what I can and can’t do in my own restaurant?”
My father turned to his assistant.
“Call the lawyers. Every single person who laid a hand on my daughter–I want them all held accountable.”
“This incident has caused a terrible impact. You like cyberbullying? Good. Let’s keep it that way. Stream every second of it. I want the world to see the truth. Let’s see who still dares to smear my daughter’s name after this.”
Tiffany had lost all her arrogance. She bowed again and again, begging with a pale face.
‘Miss Sterling, I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize who you were. Please don’t stoop to my level. Give me one more chance, please…”
Her army of relatives–who’d been smug and sneering minutes ago–now looked like mice cornered by a lion. Chapter 7
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“Miss Sterling, we’re so sorry. We didn’t know! Tiffany told us she was Mr. Carter’s wife. We had no idea she was just the mistress.”
“We all know what kind of person she really is, but we’re at her mercy and have no choice but to follow her lead. Please, give us one
more chance.”
“She threatened us! Said if we didn’t help, she’d fire us or take our pay. We were scared. We didn’t have a choice.”
The two massive guys who had pinned me down earlier clearly terrified, pleaded in a panic.
“We were just following orders. Please forgive us, Miss Sterling. We won’t ever cross you again.”
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“We’re sorry. We were wrong.”
Tiffany, now frantic, clutched at Nathan’s sleeve like it was a lifeline.
“You said you’d protect me, remember? You promised! You can’t leave me now!”
But Nathan’s face twisted with disgust. He pulled his arm away from her like she carried the plague.
“I can’t believe I ever fell for a
woman like you. You’re vile.”
The crowd, once full of judgmental bystanders, now erupted with righteous indignation–directed straight at Tiffany.
“Jesus, I’ve never seen a woman so shameless. If the woman she bullied hadn’t turned out to be the daughter of a billionaire, she probably would’ve destroyed her life.”
“She’s classy and beautiful, and he cheated on her with… that? What was he thinking? This girl clearly picked the wrong target. Thought she was taking down a housewife and ended up poking a hornet’s nest.‘
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