The Return of the Billionaire's Ex-lover

"You'll get a big bonus tonight, Cheesy," said the bar manager.

Cheesy bowed politely, "Why should I? I'm a regular waiter. Not a VVIP waiter?"

"Don't protest, Cheesy. There's an important guest. They've even ordered very expensive wine. Even your two-year salary won't buy it. Don't neglect this opportunity, you need a lot of money, sis?"

Cheesy took a deep breath. Then she nodded her head. Maybe this was one of the opportunities for him

Carefully, she carried the expensive bottle of wine on a silver tray. Her heart was beating erratically. For some reason, a sense of unease began to creep in.

The door to the VVIP room opened. The laughter of men in ties filled the room.

"Excuse me, sir." Cheesy stepped inside, then his body instantly froze.

At the end of the room, there was someone sitting casually but looking haughty, the man was looking directly at her. His eyes were so sharp, his lips were smirking. Of course his face was very familiar. He was Daryl Anderson Lux. The man she had been avoiding for the past six years.

Daryl crossed his legs, swirling the glass of wine in his hand. "Incredibly, tonight's waitress turned out to be a former noble princess."

Cheesy swallowed, but she tried to ignore the words of her former lover. "Good evening, sir. Here's your order."

His hands trembled slightly as he brought the wine bottle to the table.

"Pour the drink. You have to serve him, miss," one of Daryl's friends said with a mischievous smile. "After Mr. Daryl, you have to serve us too haha. Don't worry, there will be a bonus for you."

Cheesy firmly grasped the wine bottle and started pouring into the crystal glasses. However, while pouring the last glass-right in front of Daryl-her hand slipped.

The dark red liquid spilled all over Daryl's expensive suit.

The room was instantly silent. Cheesy immediately looked down. "Sorry, sir, I-"

BRAK!

Daryl got up from the sofa and grabbed Cheesy's chin. His cold hands strangled her thin neck. He stared at her with an angry gaze.

"Did you spill this wine on purpose?" she whispered sharply. "You know what, Miss Cheesy? This suit costs more than your salary for a year. So, I don't want to know... you have to compensate."

"Compensate? Mr. Daryl, please. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it," Cheesy's voice choked up. Her face was pale, her body started trembling.

"I don't need an apology!" Daryl replied coldly. "What I need is for you to compensate."

Daryl's friends fell silent, starting to feel the uncomfortable atmosphere. But no one dared to intervene.

Daryl looked down at Cheesy's neck where he was choking her, then let go. Cheesy fell to the floor, coughing softly while holding her throat. Cheesy was still coughing softly.

Daryl approached, "You have to pay a hundred million, Miss Cheesy."

Cheesy looked up slowly, her eyes glazed over. "What? A hundred million?"

"Yes! That's to compensate you for dirtying my expensive suit," Daryl said without hesitation. "You pay one hundred million right now."

"A hundred million?" Cheesy gasped. "I don't have that kind of money, Mr. Daryl."

Daryl grinned sarcastically. "That's funny. A former noble princess doesn't have a hundred million. How ridiculous! Aren't you working here as more than just a servant? You must have sold your body at some point. Right?!"

Cheesy shook her head softly, holding back the shame that crept from her chest to her face. "Mr. Daryl, I beg you to be lenient. I don't have that much money. Please, forgive me. After all, I am only here as a servant. I have never sold my body."

Daryl came closer, looking at her face from a very close distance. "Cheesy, am I supposed to believe you? CIH! Then, didn't I hear you wrong?! You begged me? You used to be so arrogant."

Fleetingly, memories of six years ago surfaced. Daryl remembered that back then, on the three-year anniversary, Cheesy betrayed him, humiliating him in public. In addition, Daryl remembered when he begged Cheesy not to end the relationship, but Cheesy introduced her to her new lover-a noble man.

Cheesy held her breath as Daryl's hand reached out again, gripping her neck. This time it was stronger.

"Miss Cheesy, six years ago you hurt me just because I was a poor man. Now I'm a wealthy man, even the most powerful man in this city. Do you regret it?!"

Cheesy closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were about to spill out. "I have absolutely no regrets!"

Daryl's eyes were perfectly rounded. Suddenly, Daryl threw his body onto the black leather sofa in the corner of the room. "Take that wine."

With trembling hands, Cheesy picked up the crystal glass that still contained the expensive wine.

"Finish that bottle of wine, quickly!"

Cheesy stared at the contents of the glass. "I... I can't drink alcohol, Mr. Daryl."

Daryl squinted. "Why? Are you afraid of dying?"

"No... but I really can't drink it," Cheesy replied quietly. "Please, don't force me, sir."

Daryl sighed, then approached again.

"Then... I'll make you another offer," he said coldly. "Take off your clothes. Right here. You have to get naked in front of me and my friends right now. I'll pay you one billion. Cash. After your body is naked, you have to kiss my friends!"

Cheesy froze instantly. Both hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.

"The choice is easy, isn't it? One billion to strip naked, then kiss. Or pay a hundred million right now."

Cheesy stared at Daryl with wide eyes. The man in front of her was truly cruel. "You've gone too far, Mr. Daryl."

"You deserve to be treated like this," Daryl replied calmly.

Cheesy's tears were held in her throat. But finally, she stood up slowly. Her tiny hands trembled as she started to unbutton the top button of the shabby white shirt she wore.

One...

Two...

All eyes were on her. But no one made a sound, they were so impatient to see Cheesy-the former noble princess naked. When the third button was undone and a bit of her chest was exposed, and... 

"ENOUGH!"