"Cherry, give it a rest. No need to make a fuss over it."
"Making a big deal out of this won’t do your family any favors."
"Listen, I’ll cover the cost. You just apologize to him."
"Please, Cherry."
A few classmates quietly pleaded with Cherry. Annoyed, Cherry glared at Rosemary, "Typical small-town girl. You can’t shake off your money-grubbing ways. I’ve got cash to burn! A hundred grand, keep the change!"
She wrote a check for a hundred grand and tossed it in Evan’s face.
The check fluttered to the ground.
Cherry stood there, haughty as royalty.
"Pick. It. Up," Rosemary coolly watched her, "I’ve got no patience for this. Either I call the cops or you apologize sincerely. Your call."
"Cherry, I’m begging you, just apologize!"
"Please, Cherry."
"Apologize to a waiter? What are you guys thinking?" Cherry crossed her arms, clearly refusing to apologize.
She could afford to pay, but apologizing to soone beneath her? That was a no-go.
"A job is just a ans to survive. If I threw you out into the real world, you wouldn’t even know how to make a living, and you still have the nerve to look down on others."
"You!"
"At least they earn their money with their own two hands, unlike you, spending your parents’ cash like there’s no tomorrow, all the while feeling superior."
Furious, Cherry glared at Rosemary, "No matter what you say, it doesn’t change the fact that they’re beneath ."
"So being a waiter automatically makes you inferior?"
"Just because you’re not born into a wealthy family and have to work for a living, does that make you less than?"
"If it weren’t for these diligent workers keeping your family’s enterprise afloat, would you even be here to diss them? If you’re so capable, fire them! I recorded what you just said," Rosemary held up her phone, "If your family’s employees heard you calling them ’inferior’, I wonder how many would quit? How much would your stocks plumt? How much damage would your family take?"
Cherry was gritting her teeth in rage.
"Pick it up. Apologize. I won’t say it a third ti," Rosemary coolly watched her, "You may look down on others for their jobs, but they’ll look down on you for your attitude. If word gets out that the Evert family’s princess is so full of herself and arrogant, imagine the backlash the Evert family would face."
Cherry was fuming, but in the end, she begrudgingly picked up the check and muttered an apology.
Just when everyone thought it was over, Rosemary asked, "Who pushed the manager?"
That guy quickly owned up. He didn’t want another beating from Rosemary.
"Rosemary, you’ll pay for this!" Cherry threatened as she left.
Once the seven or so students left, the club’s staff started clapping. Rosemary turned to check on Evan’s injuries, "Manager, can he take a break, maybe get checked out at the hospital?"
"Sure, I’ll arrange for soone to take him. Ms. Rose, thank you for helping us again."
Rosemary had helped them out before.
Rosemary nodded slightly, "I’ve got so things to take care of, so I’ll be going now."
The club’s manager imdiately followed her, pressing the elevator button for her, "Ms. Rose, allow to see you out. We really wouldn’t know what to do without you today."
As the crowd dispersed, no one noticed the couple in the corner admiring Rosemary.
"Honey, we are right. She’s truly exceptional," the middle-aged man was in awe of Rosemary’s integrity, bravery, kindness, and decisive problem-solving. He couldn’t help but admire her.
"Oh my god, I like her even more," the lady was once again touched by Rosemary. She didn’t expect such a brave woman in this era.
The way Rosemary just smacked that person was way too cool!
The lady really wished she had two sons, so she could have one of them pursue Rosemary.
Such a pity! A real pity!
The manager escorted Rosemary to her car, reminding her, "If anyone tries to ambush you on the road or if you run into any trouble, co find . I’ve got a secret room here where people can hide. No one would find out. Plus, I know so folks in high places."
Rosemary thought the manager’s behavior tonight was a bit off. Not only did he escort her to the garage, but he also said so strange things.
"Did sothing happen?"
"Nothing," the manager didn’t dare to tell her that his creepy boss Mr. McMillian had taken notice of her, fearing that Mr. McMillian might have soone intercept her on the road.
"Anyway, Ms. Rose, you must be careful."
"Okay."
Rosemary only called Roo to check in after she got in the car.
"Have you handed over the music sheet?" Roo asked with concern, "Did everything go smoothly?"
"Yes, it went very smoothly. They were very satisfied with the music sheet," Rosemary didn’t ntion that she had hit soone. "I’m on my way ho now."
"Okay, drive carefully. Watch the road."
"Mm-hmm."
After hanging up the phone, Rosemary focused on driving.
After Rosemary left, the manager urgently gathered all the waiters, "Don’t tell Mr. McMillian about what happened tonight! Or you’ll be fired!"
All the waiters were confused. They didn’t understand why.
Wasn’t this Mr. McMillian’s club?
Soone caused trouble tonight. Shouldn’t they report it to Mr. McMillian?
"Just follow my instructions."
The manager was afraid that if Roo found out about Ms. Rose hitting soone here, he would trouble Ms. Rose and force her to do sothing she didn’t want to do.
After all, given Mr. McMillian’s influence and temper, it was better to be careful.
Roo had so late-night snacks prepared, having nothing to do at ho, so he called the manager again.
"Did anything happen tonight?"
Hearing Roo’s question, the manager was startled. He suddenly felt a bit guilty. Did Mr. McMillian already know sothing?
Did a waiter sneakily report it to him?
"Why aren’t you speaking?"
The manager felt uneasy, "No, nothing."
His nervousness didn’t escape Roo, "You should know the consequences of hiding things."
Realizing he couldn’t hide it any longer, the manager confessed, "Mr. McMillian, if you have any anger, vent it on . It was who allowed Ms. Rose to hit soone. It has nothing to do with her."
"It was you who allowed her?" Roo raised an eyebrow, "She hit soone?"
"It’s mainly because those people went too far," the manager told about Alvis injuring the waiter and Ms. Rose helping them.
"Is that waiter very handso?"
The manager was taken aback by Mr. McMillian’s question, quickly saying, "No, compared to you, his looks are nowhere close. Oh no, I should say there’s no comparison at all."
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