Everyone watching—Sterling Design employees, the waiters, and even the two managers, Hudson and Camille—could barely breathe.
The man who had walked in with such authority, the one they thought had come to punish Valentina, was now begging for her forgiveness.
Even the waiter—who had been confident just moments ago—felt his entire body go cold.
Without being told he knows Something wasn't right, Something was very, very wrong.
Mr. Langford's forehead was drenched in sweat, his eyes pleading, as he spoke again.
"Please, Mrs. Valentina, forgive me! I had no idea— I truly had no idea! If I had known, this never— I swear— this never would have happened!"
His voice cracked, panic seeping into every word.
"Please— just tell me what to do to make this right!"
Valentina, who had remained composed throughout the entire situation, simply watched him.
Her gaze was cold, unreadable—the kind that sent chills down a person's spine.