Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
He picked up a wine bottle, “Cherry, watch this. Revenge is coming.”
His classmates started egging him on.
“Alvis is so sweet to you, Cherry.”
“Should we go and watch?”
“Come on, Cherry, let’s go.”
“Alma, you come too!”
The waiter, exhausted, stumbled to the hall and collapsed again.
With the classmates’ cheer, Alvis, clutching the wine bottle, headed towards the waiter in anger.
The other waiters and security guards stared in confusion, unsure of what happened.
At the same time, the elevator door opened, and Mirabella’s gaze fell on the scene.
“What kind of trash is this, ruining my mood?”
The bottle came down hard, and the waiter, too weak to resist, was hit on the head, blood running down his forehead. It was a horrifying sight.
Alvis, seeing the bottle still intact, complained, “Why is this bottle so sturdy?”
The rich kids and nobles laughed, ignoring the bleeding waiter.
Someone had gone to get the manager. The security guards wanted to help, but were afraid of offending these wealthy people.
Alvis raised the bottle again, ready to strike the waiter’s head.
Then, a figure appeared in front of the waiter, knocking the bottle out of Alvis’s hand.
Alvis was about to get angry, but then he saw it was a pretty girl, and he was dumbfounded.
The waiter raised his hand to shield himself, only to find Mirabella had arrived when the bottle hit.
“Are you okay?” Mirabella helped the waiter. Seeing his bloody forehead, she was instantly angry.
“Ms. Bella.” Evan’s nose tingled.
He didn’t cry when he bent over to pick up chips.
He didn’t cry when Cherry ruthlessly trampled on his hand.
He didn’t cry when Alvis hit him.
But why, seeing Mirabella, did he suddenly feel like crying?
A few months ago, before the club came under Romeo’s ownership, a nouveau riche caused trouble. It was Mirabella who saved him then too.
He owed Mirabella twice now.
It seemed like only Mirabella saw him as a person.
“I’m fine, Ms. Bella. You better bounce.” Evan knew there was still one in the bunch looking for Ms.
Bella’s whereabouts, probably up to no good.
Alvis whistled and raised an eyebrow, flirtatiously looking at Mirabella, “Hey, are you all by your lonesome?”
“Buzz off.” Mirabella kicked him away without a second thought.
Everyone around was stunned. They didn’t expect this girl to be so gutsy, let alone that she could send a guy flying with a kick.
Alvis hit the ground hard, clutching his stomach. For heaven’s sake, this girl was something else.
Alma was also taken aback. She didn’t expect her cousin would stand up for a waiter.
Were they having an affair?
“What’s the beef?” Mirabella turned her face, asking Evan, the waiter behind her.
Evan, wincing in pain, said, “One of them wanted to know your whereabouts. I didn’t tell them, and they started insulting me and even got physical.”
Mirabella looked at Alvis on the ground indifferently, “I don’t know you.”
Why was he looking for her out of the blue?
Alma was a bit on edge on the side, fearing Alvis would spill the beans. If Mirabella knew it wasn’t Alvis looking for her.
Unable to utter a word from the pain, Alvis was helped by a few classmates.
“Who do you think you are? You dare to kick Alvis. Do you want to lose your foot?”
“Do you know who Alvis is? You’d be scared shitless if I told you!”
“Alvis, are you okay? Hang in there. I’ll get your back.”
They didn’t know Mirabella’s identity, thinking she was just a nobody, and wanted to stand up for Alvis.
The manager rushed over when he heard the ruckus. Then he saw a few young masters walking towards Mirabella, and injured Evan standing behind her.
He had a hunch about what was going on, but out of professional duty, he politely asked, “Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem?”
“Get lost!” One of the rich kids pushed the manager aside.
If it weren’t for Mirabella stepping forward to catch him in time, the manager would have fallen to the ground.
“You seem to have a knack for sticking your nose in other people’s business, first the young waiter, now the old manager. Are you two in cahoots? You sure like to meddle.”
The next second, he got a beatdown from Mirabella. It was too brutal to watch. Other classmates couldn’t help but close their eyes.
Alvis, sitting on the ground, was scared to back away, “Don’t come closer.”
Mirabella’s gaze fell on Alvis again, “Insulting the club’s staff constitutes defamation.”
Everyone else was stunned. What? Defamation? Was this for real?
“I’m telling you, don’t try to scare me.” Alvis clearly didn’t believe it.
Seeing the girl making sense, some of his classmates couldn’t help but pull out their phones to look it up, and found out she was telling the truth!
“Alvis, she’s right,” someone murmured to Alvis, “it’s true.”
He didn’t expect to run into someone who knew the law.
Today was just not his day.
Alvis didn’t care about losing money, but he was afraid of detention. If word got out, it wouldn’t be good for his reputation, and if it caused a stir, it could affect his parents’ official careers.
What if someone looked into his parents?
By rights, his family didn’t have the clout to let him hang out in such places.
“I’ll pay, okay?” Alvis took out his phone from his pocket, apparently trying to make peace, “I’ll transfer the money. Is 10 grand okay?”
“Does money make you almighty?”
Evan was seriously fed up with these spoiled rich kids who thought they could boss everyone around just because they were loaded.
“Twenty thousand. Is that enough?” Alvis, seeing that Evan wasn’t agreeing, added, “Thirty thousand? I can’t offer any more.”
But Evan stayed silent.
The surrounding classmates started to blame him.
“You’re just a worker, trying to extort so much money for a minor injury. Are you only after the money?”
“How much do you make in a month from your job? Alvis is already being generous by offering you thirty thousand dollars!”
“We didn’t even ask you for medical expenses when you hit Alvis. We’re already being kind.”
“A hundred thousand dollars.” Surprisingly, Mirabella asked for a huge sum.
“Don’t push it.”
Before Alvis could finish, Mirabella started marching towards him.
“Fine, fine, a hundred thousand dollars!” Alvis didn’t expect such bad luck, facing such a formidable opponent. He backed away in fear, “Just give me your account number.”
Mirabella signaled Evan to step forward. Evan took out his phone, and shockingly, Alvis actually transferred a hundred thousand dollars to him.
A few classmates helped Alvis up, ready to leave.
“Hold on.” A cold light flashed in Mirabella’s eyes. It didn’t look like she was going to let them off the hook, “Apologize.”
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.