You can't Run, My Secret Maid!
Angel retorted, unconcerned by the servant's words.
"Please wait in the carry-on area, Miss. This area is reserved for Greyson's extended family only," the waiter said again, tugging Angel's wrist.
Of course, that made Angel flinch in surprise. She turned her head and threw her a glare, paused his footsteps, turned around and stared at the waiter who stopped her. "Christian Logan Greyson. Do you know that man?" asked Angel in an icy tone, intimidating to the other person.
"If you know the man I just mentioned, this might jeopardize your position, Lucy," Angel continued, reading the name tag attached to the Greyson Place hotel uniform.