My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 108

At that moment a slow, bitter smile pulled at Valentina’s lips.

"Oh really?"

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze piercing. "Then explain to me how the total jumped from $60,000 to $1,000,000."

Immediately the tension in the room thickened. The game they were playing was about to backfired on them.

Then the waiter let out an exaggerated sigh, flipping the menu open and turning it toward the staff.

"This is the menu we’ve always used. Isn’t this the same one I handed out to everyone?"

At that moment a few of the employees nodded hesitantly. Hudson and Camille exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable.

Then they also nodded.

Valentina’s secretary looked at the menu and slowly nodded.

"Yes, Director, this is the same menu we saw."

Whispers stirred among the staff. Why was Valentina insisting otherwise?

At that moment Valentina’s eyes narrowed. They thought with this she was going to back down. They thought she’d just accept this lie and move on.

She inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, her fingers drumming against the table.

"So I’m imagining things now?" Her tone was dangerously low.

Then the waiter shrugged, his expression passive.

"I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, ma’am, but this is the only menu we’ve ever had, and your staffs also confirmed it to the the same menu they ordered from."

Valentina’s jaw clenched. They were trying to corner her, trying to make her question her own sanity.

She stood her ground, her voice steady but firm.

"You think I’m a fool? You think I don’t know what I saw? When I see something, I remember it clearly, and this I did see."

Her eyes burned into the waiter, challenging him, daring him to keep up the act.

But he didn’t waver. Instead, he crossed his arms and smirked slightly, as if waiting for her next move.

At that moment the room fell into a thick silence.

If they thought she would let this go, they had severely underestimated her.

Then Valentina’s fingers curled into fists beneath the table, her nails pressing into her palms. The weight of the situation pressed against her chest like a heavy stone.

Now she could feel the eyes on her—the staff, the managers, the damn waiter who stood there with an air of confidence, as if he had already won.

At that moment in time her voice was calm, dangerously so. "I’m going to ask you again. Are you sure this is the menu you gave me?"

The waiter, a young man with slicked-back hair and a stiff posture, met her gaze without hesitation.

"Yes, ma’am. and I would say it again,It’s the only menu we have."

A flicker of something unreadable passed through Camille’s eyes. Hudson, standing with his arms crossed, looked thoroughly entertained.

They were waiting. Watching.

Waiting for her to admit defeat. Watching her struggle.

Then Valentina’s jaw tightened.

"So, you’re saying I’m lying?"

The waiter shifted slightly but held his ground. "I would never say that, ma’am. not to our customers I’m just stating that this is the menu we always use."

A scoff escaped her lips. They were playing a game. A dirty one.

The longer she stood there arguing, the more foolish she looked in front of her employees. The whispers had already started.

"Maybe she just didn’t want to pay."

"Why is she making such a fuss? It’s just a million dollars to her, right?"

"Is she stingy, or is she just broke?"

Her stomach twisted at the thought of what ever, they might be whispering.

However she knew they would definitely be saying she stingy or broke now.

however she wasn’t stingy. She wasn’t broke.

But she also didn’t have a million dollars to waste.

And if she backed down now, it would mean she had been wrong all along.

Her pride warred with her frustration. The waiter was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her response.

Now the tension was suffocating.

Valentina clenched her jaw. One way or another, someone was going to pay for this.

Then her eyes darkened, her patience fraying at the edges. Her voice, now sharp as a blade, cut through the tension like ice.

"Then get me your manager. Now."

The waiter— the chief waiter, as he so proudly called himself—didn’t even flinch. Instead, he folded his arms and shook his head, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I’m afraid that’s not possible, ma’am," he said, his tone firm but controlled.

"Our manager isn’t here at the moment. I’m the one in charge whenever he’s unavailable."

Hearing what he just said.

Valentina’s fingers curled tighter against the edge of the table.

"Of course. How convenient."

She let out a slow breath through her nose, trying to suppress the boiling frustration in her chest. "Then let me get this straight," she said, tilting her head slightly. "You’re telling me that this—" she gestured at the inflated bill, "—is correct, and I’m supposed to just pay without questioning it?"

However The waiter didn’t back down. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"This restaurant has had a long-standing relationship with Sterling Design," he explained, a hint of arrogance lacing his voice. "We’ve hosted your company’s events for years. I personally handled your team’s dinner tonight because of how important your company is to us."

Hearing what he was saying Valentina’s lips pressed into a thin line. He was acting as if he had done her a favor.

"But," he continued, eyes narrowing slightly, "now you’re accusing me of fraud? You’re making it seem as though I’ve tried to trick you. That’s not exactly fair, is it?"

Valentina could hear the murmurs of her employees behind her. This was exactly what she didn’t want. She was being painted as difficult, as cheap—someone who didn’t want to spend money when she clearly had it.

The chief waiter exhaled and shrugged.

"Look, Ms. Raymond. Let’s not drag this out longer than it needs to be." He tapped the bill with his fingers. "Just pay the one million dollars, and we’ll forget this ever happened."