Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Nessa’s POV

Matthew stood tall, staring intensely at me. He did not understand why a sudden, explosive anger consumed him the moment he saw me wearing such a revealing outfit.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir... This was the uniform given to me," I explained with a trembling voice. I forced myself to lift the tray to cover my chest as much as I could.

He did not answer me. Instead, he coldly turned his gaze to one of his bodyguards.

"Call the event manager up here. Right now."

The man by his side moved quickly. After a few minutes of me standing there like a statue, the manager arrived running. He was a heavy-set man who was completely drenched in sweat. He was clearly terrified of the billionaire's presence.

I stared in shock. This was not the manager I had spoken to earlier. Why was it someone else? I swallowed hard.

"M-Mr. Arizmendi! Is there a problem with the service, boss?" the manager asked, stuttering and bowing his head.

Matthew glared at him. His voice cut through the air like ice, "Who gave you permission to let waitresses wear this kind of garbage in my establishment?"

The manager looked at me, and his face instantly changed. Instead of admitting the truth, he immediately shook his head to clear his own name.

"I-I don't know, Mr. Arizmendi! That woman is the only one dressed like that! All the waitresses we hired from the province are wearing decent and formal uniforms."

My eyes widened in absolute shock. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"It looks like she changed her clothes to get attention from the VIP guests!"

I froze to the spot because of what he said, "Hey! That is not true! The manager was the one who handed me the bag with—"

"Quiet!" the manager shouted, cutting me off. "There is no other manager! It is just me!"

I turned to Matthew, almost crying from fear and the intense injustice, "Sir, please believe me. I did nothing wrong. I would never do this—"

Before I could even finish my sentence, Matthew snapped his fingers.

In an instant, before I could even take a step back, two of his giant bodyguards suddenly grabbed me by both arms. I dropped the tray. The champagne bottles shattered completely on the floor.

"Let go of me! You are hurting me!" I cried, struggling with all my might. Their strength was not human. It felt like being held by two stone walls.

"Sir, please! I am telling the truth! I am just working for my family!"

His face remained completely blank as he watched me struggle against his men. My tears did not move him at all. All he wanted was to get me out of the public eye before he completely lost control over the unexplainable fury burning in his chest.

"Take her to the basement," Matthew ordered coldly, already turning his back toward the VIP lounge. "I will handle her interrogation myself later."

I wanted to scream for help, but I knew no one would help me in this place. This was his territory. It felt like I had entered a lion's den, and I was just a helpless mouse.

"Please have mercy on me!" I said, crying, but they seemed deaf. As they dragged me toward a lift, an elevator suddenly chimed. I did not know which one it was.

The elevator doors opened. Everyone stopped, including the bodyguards holding me. Even Matthew slowly turned around. That specific elevator had the highest security clearance in the entire hotel. No one was allowed to use it except the owner.

From inside the elevator, a small creature slowly stepped out.

My eyes widened, and I completely forgot to breathe. Walking onto the luxurious carpet of the hallway was Zarek—now a large, golden puppy. He was furious. The fur on his back was raised, and he kept growling like an angry dog while staring straight at the bodyguards holding me. I knew that one wrong move, and he would attack.