Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 910

Chapter 910

Rhea’s expression turned cold. She needed the money—but not like this.

“Sir, I’m a waitress. I sell drinks, not myself,” she said, calm but firm.

The man sneered. “Don’t act all pure. Ask your manager who Brother Liu is—I can buy you out.”

She forced a tight smile and pushed her cart away. Avoiding conflict was best—for now.

But the man, drunk and angry, yanked her arm. “I drop two hundred grand here every year. You think you’re too good for me?”

“Sir, that’s not my—”