Chapter 1567


    Georgia and ric had just resettled at their table when the waiter approached with their order. Spotting Gecrgia in the corridor, he offered a polite,


    "Miss, your steak..."


    Georgia spun around, her eyes zing with fury at the waiter. Catching sight of the steak tray he carried, her irritation boiled over. She marched


    forward, swiping the tray from his grasp, eximing, "The evening''s ruined, why bother eating now? Couldn''t you have been a bit quicker?”


    The steak, fresh from the grill, tumbled onto the waiter, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain.


    Startled and in pain, the waiter stumbled back, dropping the tray with a cry.


    The ttering tray narrowly missed Georgia''s feet. She instinctively stepped back, ring at the waiter. "So, it''s my fault you''re slow? And you dare


    get mad?" she snapped.


    "This is supposed to be a fine-dining ce, right? Is this the kind of service you offer? Do you have any idea who I am? Could you afford the


    consequences if I were injured? Get your manager now!" Georgia demanded, hands on her hips, her anger palpable.


    The waiter''s hand was burned red, trembling from the pain, but he hastily responded, "Miss, please, don''t be upset. We''ll rece your steak..."


    "Of course, you''ll rece it. And you''ll apologize on your knees! Your dy caused my husband to leave without eating. You''ve ruined our evening!


    How do you n to make this right?" Georgia''s rage knew no bounds.


    The manager rushed over, assessing the mess before scolding the waiter, "What have you done? You''ve upset our guests!”


    With his head down, the waiter clenched his teeth, saying nothing


    After reprimanding the waiter, the


    manager tured to Georgia with a


    respectfubione, ‘Ms. Whitman, oo


    please, Jet''s calm down. We''ll offer


    you aplimentary meal of double


    the value and have the waiter


    pslogize."


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    This isn''t just about an apology


    anymore. Because of your staff''s


    negligence, my husband left without


    dinner. Do you understand today


    was crucial for mending our <


    rtionship? Just one dinner could


    have made everything right, and now


    he''s''gone, our rtionship more


    strained than ever. All because of


    your waiter! Besides kneéling and


    apologizing, I expectpensation


    of $20,000 for the damage caused!"


    Georgia''s demands were


    outrageous.


    The waiter, upon hearing the demand for $20,000, looked up in shock and fear.


    Coming from a humble background, working part-time to pay for college, $20,000 was an astronomical sum for him.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    Pale with fear, the young waiter begged, "Miss, I served as quickly as I could. The kitchen staff can attest to that. Please, forgive me..."


    "Why should I forgive you? You'' ve


    made a mistake, strained my ~~ ?


    rtionship, and now you argue?


    Kneel:and apologize this instant!”


    Georgiamanded, pointigy


    aceusingly.


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    Trembling with humiliation and fear, the waiter was at his breaking point.


    But as he was about to kneel, a hand reached out, pulling him back up. "Don''t kneel!"