My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 113

At that moment Mr Langford footsteps echoed through the tense silence as he marched toward the waiter, his eyes burning with fury.

His sharp voice cut through the air like a whip.

"Who told you to do this?"

Upon hearing what Mr Langford he trembled.

His mouth opened, but no words came out.

His legs shook, his hands fidgeting at his sides, his face drenched in sweat.

without being told he knew he had been exposed.

There was no escape.

However before he could even muster a response—

"SLAP!"

Mr.Langford’s palm struck across his face, the sharp sound reverberating through the room.

The force made the waiter’s head snap to the side, his cheek burning red from the impact.

Immediately hasps filled the room.

However before the waiter could regain his balance, the manager’s leg lashed out—

"THUD!"

At that moment the waiter stumbled backward, his knees hitting the floor with a painful thud.

Without wasting anymore time Mr.Langford loomed over him, his shadow casting a dark presence over the humiliated waiter.

At that moment his hand shot forward, grabbing the waiter’s collar, his fingers tightening like a vice.

His voice was low, deadly, filled with unforgiving rage.

"I said—who gave you the order to pull this nonsense?!"

The waiter gasped, his throat constricted, his eyes were wide with terror.

The silence in the restaurant was deafening.

The workers from Sterling Design were frozen in their seats, their eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before them.

They couldn’t believe their new director had been right all along.

The fake menu—the scam—everything Valentina had been arguing about was true.

At that moment a wave of shame crawled over them.

They had doubted her, they had whispered behind her back, assuming she was stingy, incapable, or just trying to save money.

But in reality—She had been fighting for the truth.

And now, the truth was laid bare for all to see.

They couldn’t say a word.

Not a single one.

However the waiter, still on his knees, struggled to breathe, his hands clutching at the manager’s grip, trying to pry himself free.

But the manager’s eyes were merciless.

He wanted an answer, and he wasn’t going to let this slide.

The waiter knelt there, his head bowed, his face drained of color.

His mouth quivered, but no words came out.

He was trapped.

Mr.Langford’s patience had run dry.

His face twisted with disgust as he turned to his bodyguards.

"Since he won’t talk, fire him." His voice was sharp, final, and unforgiving.

At that moment the waiter’s eyes widened in horror.

The words of Mr.Langford hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest.

However before he could even process what was happening, the manager’s voice thundered again—

"Throw him out. I don’t want to see his face in this restaurant ever again!"

The bodyguards moved instantly.

Two massive figures stepped forward and grabbed the waiter by his arms.

Their grip was like steel clamps, lifting him as if he weighed nothing.

At that moment His legs kicked, his arms flailed, but their strength was overwhelming.

Again the workers of Sterling Design watched in stunned silence.

Everything had escalated too fast.

At that moment Hudson and Camille, exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of shock and unease.

They had never expected things to spiral this far.

The waiter struggled, his breath coming in frantic gasps.

As the bodyguards dragged him toward the exit, he suddenly yelled out

"Wait!"

Then his voice cracked, desperate.

Immediately the entire restaurant fell silent.

The bodyguards paused, looking toward Mr.Langford for orders.

At that moment in time Mr.Langford narrowed his eyes, his patience wearing even thinner.

"What now?" he growled.

The waiter swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room.

Then—He slowly raised a shaking finger.

And pointed directly at Hudson and Camille.

Seeing that had just happened Gasps erupted across the room.

Valentina’s eyes snapped to them.

The two managers froze, their bodies stiffening.

However the waiter’s voice wavered, but his words were clear—

"They... they told me to do it."

Immediately Valentina’s eyes darkened, her breath growing heavier as the weight of betrayal settled on her.

Her fingers tightened against the edge of the table, her jaw clenching so hard it could snap.

She had expected resistance from them, maybe even a few power struggles in the office, but this?

This was beyond petty workplace rivalry.

This was a calculated attempt to humiliate her.

The restaurant fell silent, all eyes locked on her. The air was thick, suffocating.

At that moment Hudson and Camille exchanged nervous glances, their expressions quickly shifting from shock to feigned outrage.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Hudson scoffed, Immediately stepping forward.

"You’re lying! Why would we—"

"We had nothing to do with this!" Camille cut in, her voice laced with forced indignation.

"This guy is just trying to drag us into his mess!"

However the waiter, still kneeling, his face marked with fear, frantically shook his head.

"I swear it was them!" His voice wavered, but his resolve didn’t break.

"They told me to switch the menus! They said it would be a test, and they are sure she wouldn’t be able to afford it, and when she couldn’t pay, they wanted her embarrassed in front of everyone!"

At that moment more gasps erupted from the Sterling Design employees.

Then a few of them turned their heads, looking at Hudson and Camille with uncertainty and suspicion.

Valentina breathed in deeply, steadying herself.

But her eyes remained locked on the two traitors.

However Hudson and Camille didn’t meet her gaze. Instead, they shot daggers at the waiter, as if silently commanding him to shut up.

"You’re making a mistake by accusing us," Hudson sneered, crossing his arms.

"Do you even have proof? Or are you just throwing accusations?"

Camille nodded quickly.

"Exactly! You’re a disgraced employee trying to take us down with you." She let out a fake, bitter laugh. "This is ridiculous! Who would believe a waiter over us?"

But the damage was already done.

Their panic was evident.

Their guilt practically dripped off them.

Then Valentina’s lips curled into a smirk, but it wasn’t one of amusement—it was cold, lethal.

Then she leaned forward slightly, her voice steady but sharp. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Who would believe a waiter over you?" she repeated, tilting her head slightly, her voice carrying an edge of mockery.

Then she let the words sink in.

Hearing Valentina words Hudson and Camille stiffened.

Because they knew exactly who would.

Valentina chuckled lowly, but her eyes held nothing but fire.

"Me."