Chapter 1 Cold, Heartless Man

“Eve, come here. Help me for a moment!”

Eve, who had just delivered two large plates of steak with two drinks in a tall glass, hurriedly arrived in front of the serving table. Bella, one of the waitresses at this five-star restaurant, was standing in front of the counter waiting for Eve to receive the order book. Actually, these days you can order digitally, but who knows where people still expect their orders to be made using paper like this.

"I still have to deliver one more order for table number 12." Eve pointed bitterly at a tray containing three plates of food.

"Oh, no problem. Let me take that for you. But you help me for taking orders in the executive room."

Eve's brow furrowed. "Why should I?" Is it because Eve is new here that Bella just randomly switches jobs? Actually, it is not difficult to receive orders, but executive customers should be served with the best service. Eve only took orders once or twice, the rest of the time she only delivered food to regular customers.

“Because you're the only one I can rely on now. Don't ask too many questions, come up quickly."

Bella forcibly handed over the order book to Eve. Eve resignedly accepted it while watching Bella skillfully carry two trays with each hand. The restaurant tonight is really busy. The tables were almost full and everyone was ordering the new menu which seemed to be a trend for the next week. This is Ann's Bali restaurant. One of the famous restaurants with a menu of Balinese and East Asian specialties stands neatly in the middle of Central Park.

"Don't keep complaining. Smile at the customer. Otherwise, you'll only make things worse!” Bella then went to the restaurant entering the rows of tables and chairs with luxurious tablecloths where the customers sat waiting for their food. Eve snatched a little. Actually, it's not because she doesn't want to serve someone in the executive room, but she's always nervous when dealing with important people there. Eve's biggest fear is that she makes a mistake and gets fired. Her boss is not aware of small things, so Eve has to be extra careful.

She took the order book and then went up to the mezzanine floor where the closed executive suite was in a row of closed hallways. Eve had time to check her appearance first and make sure that she could give her best smile. There are many executive rooms, but the customer is in the first room. Eve easily found two men in black suits standing firmly in front of the door as if they were guarding someone.

“Excuse me, I would like to take a customer's order.” Eve peeked at the two men's sharp gazes. Eve didn't prepare anything before she was suddenly searched. Eve's shoulders were turned back, and the man's hands reached into her pockets and waist and under Eve's skirt. Eve almost screamed because the man's hand almost touched her sensitive area.

“She's safe,” said one of the men. Eve was just about to protest, but she had to remember that as a waitress, a smile and patience are the keys to serving customers well. So she just sighed and hugged the menu book steadfastly.

“Five minutes, come out soon after.”

"The boss can't be bothered for long."

The two men answered in unison, slightly pushing Eve into the executive room which was not too big but quite spacious. Eve cursed in her heart but immediately smiled when she saw a man sitting with one leg propped over the other. His cold eyes fell on the cell phone in his hand. The man looked away and looked at Eve with a cold expression.

Eve's heart suddenly sank. She felt all her blood stop and the world spin in slow motion.

“No—Nolan?”

The man pursed his lips. He put his cell phone in his pocket, not taking his eyes off Eve.

“Which waiter doesn't have the etiquette of referring to his esteemed customers by their first names?”

Eve froze. She immediately realized and immediately lowered her head.

"Mr. Wellington," Eve confirmed the call and handed him the menu in a confused manner. This is a bad meeting. This wasn't something Eve expected tonight. Why did she meet Nolan Wellington here? And since when is Nolan Wellington a loyal executive customer of this restaurant? Eve cursed herself as she stood waiting next to the man.

“Do I need to give you a few more lessons about being a good servant?” Nolan said while turning over the menu booklet. Eve didn't understand, so she kept quiet. As soon as Eve didn't show what Nolan wanted, the man glanced at her with the sharp tail of his eye.

“Did you hear me?”

Eve was confused. “Y—yes, sir.”

"You don't know the maid etiquette that I mentioned before?"

Eve was confused. She didn't know there was any other etiquette for waiters other than waiting patiently, serving with a smile, and calling customers by their last names. What else does this annoying guy mean?

"Kneel."

The words came out smoothly, almost making Eve think she had heard wrong.

"What?" Eve wanted to be sure. But Nolan glanced at her more indifferently.

“I've never seen someone taller than me when talking. So, make yourself as humble as possible to talk to me.”

Eve's mouth dropped open. If this wasn't Nolan Wellington, she probably would have punched this guy straight in the face. But he's Nolan Wellington! The man who once made her high school days so full of bullying and until now, her mind can't escape those shadows. Also, Eve is currently a waitress at a restaurant. She must obey any strange orders from executive customers.

So reluctantly, Eve knelt down next to Nolan and didn't stop swearing in her heart.

"Good. This way you understand who you are talking to.”

Eve's mouth twitched. She hated hearing that. She was so hated that she unconsciously clenched her hands on her knees. Why has almost ten years passed but Eve still continues to receive treatment like this from the same person? Why can't Eve break through the changes in these ten years?

“I don't think I had dinner. Can you bring me some Rothschild wine, please?” Nolan closed the book and then put it on the edge of the table for Eve to take.

“You made me kneel and be touched by those muscular men just to get you a bottle of wine?” Eve was unknowingly influenced by the emotions she had been holding back. She looked up, looking at Nolan who was now turning his head and looking at her coldly.

“Do you mind?”

“At least order one of the most expensive dishes here! I don't care about your current background but listen—” Eve stood up, she pointed at Nolan angrily. It felt like something strange was attacking her logic until she dared to do this.

“I will no longer be bullied by you. This was ten years ago, Nolan. It's enough that you've taken everything I have. There are much better executive guests than immorality like you!”

Eve turned around and grabbed the menu without Nolan responding. But her steps immediately stopped when the man said, "Moral?"

“You're just a servant, what do you know about morals?” Eve turned her head slowly, looking at Nolan who wasn't looking at her at all but could feel the scornful tone penetrating her ears.

“Moreover, you are just a lowly woman, born from a bitch. Do you still have a face? After the disgusting things your mother did with my father?”