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“Alas, me too. I don’t want to experience what happened to Isabella just now.” Soon, the atmosphere in the room became lively again. They all chatted happily while eating and drinking.
However, Jada couldn’t sit still. She tried to talk to Norton, but he just ignored her. She had never been disregarded like this, and she was upset. Taking a deep breath, she went to the deck to get some fresh air. As she stared at the dark, rolling sea, a wicked thought suddenly flashed into her mind.
What if Isabella fell overboard? Would she ever come back?
Jada found herself starting to look forward to it. But when she came to her senses, she was shocked by her thoughts. Had she really become this wicked? But she had no choice. Isabella had completely suppressed her in Anspott. She had to find a way to survive. Whatever happened to Isabella, she brought it upon herself.
Jada made up her mind. She had to be resolute; otherwise, she would not make it. Suddenly, she spotted a waitress slacking off in a corner.
“Hey, you! What are you doing there?” Jada shouted.
The waitress was so startled that she pulled her hat lower to hide her face. “Yes, ma’am? Is there anything I can do for you?”
“It’s working hours, and you are slacking off,” Jada said coldly.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to. I’ll get back to work right away.” Then, the waitress turned around and walked away. However, Jada stopped her. “Wait!” She approached the waitress and asked, “How long have you been a waitress?”
“Why do you ask?” the waitress replied, evading Jada’s question.
“How about I give you a chance to never do this job again? Are you interested?”
Jada’s questions were intriguing.
Sure enough, the waitress’s interest was piqued. “What do you mean?”
“I just need you to do one thing for me. Then, I’ll give you—” Jada raised one finger.
When the waitress saw it, she guessed, “Ten… Ten million?”
Jada was stunned for a moment. She wanted to say one million, but the waitress misunderstood. However, if it could solve her problem with Isabella, ten million was worth it.
“Yes, ten million. We’ll sign a contract,” Jada said with a smile.
“Your offer is too much. You won’t ask me to do something awful, will you?” The waitress was obviously nervous.
“What do you expect? How can you get so much money if you don’t do something awful?” Jada asked back.
The waitress was rendered speechless.
She looked at Jada warily and asked, “What do you want me to do?”
“Get rid of someone for me,” Jada said directly, smiling slyly.
“Isabella?” The name slipped from the waitress’s lips. Jada’s eyes widened in surprise. “You…”
The waitress paused, her silence stretching for two tense seconds. “Jada, I advise you against pursuing this path.” The person before her not only knew her name but also her intent regarding Isabella. A flicker of fear darted through Jada’s heart. “You’re not a waitress. Who are you, really?”
“I am a waitress. I won’t tell anyone about this, but you would do well to abandon such thoughts.” With that, the waitress turned on her heel and departed, leaving a cold shiver trailing down Jada’s spine.
Who on earth was she?
“Jada!” The sound of her name being called snapped Jada from her thoughts. Turning around, she saw Wesley jogging toward her, breathless. “I’ve been searching for you everywhere! What are you doing here? Let’s go play.”
“Sure,” Jada forced a smile, masking her turmoil.
Wesley, ever boisterous, chattered away as they walked. “We’re joining Isabella and the others. We’ll make them lose everything!”
“We don’t know their skills yet,” Jada cautioned.
“But you’re incredible at cards, Jada. You’re bound to win,” Wesley said with a grin.
Bolstered by his confidence, Jada felt a surge of her own assurance. Her observational prowess was sharp; she never lost at cards. Winning a few rounds against Isabella might just elevate her spirits.
They entered the card room bustling with activity. Tables and chairs were set up, with groups already engrossed in games.
“Shall we?” Jada asked, taking a seat directly across from Isabella, with Andrew and Wesley flanking her.
Wesley chuckled lightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Jada is remarkable at cards. Don’t feel too down if you lose!”
“Don’t worry. I won’t,” Isabella replied.
Wesley sneered inwardly, plotting Isabella’s impending defeat. As they prepared to start the game, someone leaned in to whisper urgently to Isabella.
“I need to step out for a bit,” she announced, pushing back from the table.
“Go ahead. You seem busy today,” Jada remarked.
Outside, Isabella was approached by someone who handed her a gift box. “This is for you.”
Isabella opened the box to reveal a delicate maple leaf crafted from gold.
“Who sent it?”
“The sender left right after dropping it off,” the person replied.
Isabella furrowed her brows slightly. “Such a beautiful maple leaf!”
Susan walked over and complimented the gift. Isabella nodded, appreciating the thought.
“Whoever gave you this must know your love for maple leaves. Who could it be?”
“They left without a word,” Isabella responded.
Susan sighed, a nostalgic glimmer in her eyes. She thought it might be Giana. Years ago, the three of them had worked part-time together, and after their shifts, they’d walk on a street blanketed with fallen maple leaves. Isabella had always loved the atmosphere those walks created.
“Let’s go to Magla someday!” she had once suggested, enchanted by the idea of seeing the famed maple leaves of Magla. Both Susan and Giana agreed, making it their first shared promise—a symbol of future aspirations and adventures they believed they would have together. Now, though their lives had indeed improved, the distance between them had grown just as much.
Susan’s gaze caught something beneath the gold leaf. “Isabella, take a look. There’s something underneath.”
Lifting the gold leaf, Isabella discovered a layer of real maple leaves, each one perfectly preserved.
As she picked one up, a wave of realization washed over her. These were not just any leaves; these were maple leaves from Magla!
Susan, witnessing Isabella’s reaction, ventured a hopeful guess. “Could this really be from Giana?”
“I don’t know.”
Giana hadn’t been invited, so how did she manage to get in?
“It’s strange. We originally had thirty waiters, but one suddenly went missing,” one of the waiters mentioned.
Realization dawned on Susan and Isabella. Giana had infiltrated the event, cleverly disguised as a waitress.
To think that she, who was always so proud, had stooped to this level just to deliver a gift—it was almost inconceivable.
“It really is Giana,” Susan concluded, a note of certainty in her voice. She tugged at Isabella’s sleeve, her eyes wide with concern. “But we’re in the middle of the sea. Where could she go?”
“She hasn’t left. She just doesn’t want to be seen,” Isabella replied softly.
So, Giana must be hiding somewhere aboard.
Susan stared at the maple leaves scattered beneath the gold one, a wave of bitterness swelling within her. Once, they had been the most important people in each other’s lives. But now, things had come to this.
Giana… Susan wondered whether Giana regretted what she had done back then. But not everything could be mended; rifts were too deep to heal.
Isabella slowly closed the gift box, her movements deliberate. She handed it to a nearby waitress, asking her to put it away. Her feelings echoed Susan’s.
“She’s living her life well. At least she hasn’t let us down,” Isabella said slowly.