His Contractual Mistress Chapter 146 – The Waitress (One)

Hailey raised the glass and drew it close to her lips. She was on the sofa gazing out at the glittering city lights far ahead down the city below. 

La Fleur is located on a mountain hill, and it has a nice view from there. 

The dinner meeting this evening went well. And during the meal, they’ve discussed the launching of the branch store and choose the Ambassadress for the DV Gem. 

During the selection, Hailey allows Gigi and Leticia to choose the perfect model since they are more familiar with the modeling world. 

And since the launching is around the corner, Gigi stayed in the country and was accommodated at M Hotel, the most expensive hotel in P Country. 

Now that she is alone, she roamed her eyes to the entire room and a beautiful memory flashing back all of a sudden. 

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Hailey’s POV 

Saturday Night is a busy night for this two story restaurant named La Fleur. 

Daisy Vasquez, a friend of mine, asked a huge favor to train their chefs for a new French and Italian cuisine to offer. And since Keith Cole, her husband is my knight and a good friend; I can’t say no, so I came to the restaurant every weekend.

There are two young chefs I have been teaching to make a simple French cuisine. They are learning, but it needs to perfect the taste of the sauce and the mixture. 

But tonight, the restaurant was in a bit of chaos. The restaurant manager was on sick leave, and they said super VIP guests were here tonight. 

Since I have nothing to do, I volunteer to cut some vegetables and spices when the restaurant floor manager storms the kitchen and is looking for a brave server to attend a particular VIP room. 

Tonight is extra busy because of the shortage of hands. Besides, the rest of the servers begged not to send them there. 

I got intrigued. What’s the fuss about? I tried to understand their conversation. I am not fluent in this country’s language, but I could understand more words. 

“Is no one going to assist me serving them? They are already waiting!” Manager Fely hopelessly sighs when no one is answering. 

Out of curiosity, I asked. “Manager Fely, is there anything that I could help?” 

“Ah. I need someone to serve the VIP Room 8. But everyone is avoiding Madame Shen.” 

Oh. The Shen!

If everyone is avoiding them, but I want to get a little closer to my objective. At that moment, an idea came to me. I said, “I can help you attend to them if you can lend me a waitress’s clothes.” 

“Are you sure about this, Miss Hillson?” 

I nodded. I know Manager Mely is worried because I am not a chef nor a waitress here, but a chef instructor. 

“I haven’t done much around here this evening. So I am likely free.” 

Manager Fely has no choice, I could tell in her facial expression. It exhibits whether she must feel relieved or even get worried. 

How if something happens? But in the end, Manager Fely accepts my offer of lending more hands tonight. 

I put on a waitress’s clothes and followed her to the VIP room. I took a long breath before I stepped inside because of the possibility that he was there. 

When I came in, I instantly scanned the elegant hall. They have well decorated the room with a modern luxury theme. 

In the middle of this private hall is a long table. And on the corner to the right is a living room set with two sofas and two couches and a round cocktail table in between.

Five men are lounging on the sofas and drinking champagne while two older couples sat at the dining table with a beautiful woman. 

Manager Fely approaches the older couples, so I stand on the corner, casually look around. Then my eyes landed on him. 

My real objective why I was in this country, Vincent Shen. 

He is seated on a single couch, talking to a man that is older than him. Of course, I know enough information about them. In fact, it’s a piece of cake to run an investigation about Shen Group and this family. 

I sighed, then withdrew my gaze from the men. Later, I secretly glanced in his direction, and he is discussing business with President Zaijan Lopez. My eyes passed to another man seated next to President Lopez, whose face is new to me, while the other guy I know is Vincent Shen’s sister’s husband. 

“Excuse me, waitress… Can you bring us two more glasses, please?” President Zaijan ordered me. 

I partly nodded and walked toward the minibar on the left side of the hall, where they kept all kinds of wine glasses. 

Gladly, I quickly found the trays; it kept under the countertop. I take one and place two champagne glasses, and put the tray on my right palm, then bring them toward President Zaijan. 

“The glasses, sir,” I said and partly extended my arm with a tray. 

“Miss Hillson?” 

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Vincent’s POV 

I just arrived at the restaurant as I have many projects to sort out with my architects and engineers, so I was the last one to arrive. 

I sat down on a single couch across from Zayn. After we briefly discussed our private life, our conversation shifted to our companies and the projects I work on lately. 

My ears caught the sound of an opening door. I partly glanced at the door with no intention to look at whoever came in, but I froze in my seat. 

Just one glance is enough for my heart to flutter crazily. 

What she’s doing here? Is she working as a part-timer? I often bring my clients to this restaurant, and I didn’t notice her before. Maybe she had just started serving here. 

I keep my head, not to look in her direction; my neck has begun to stiffen from the restraint I am doing. But then Zayn asks for two wine glasses. Not long after, she brought the glasses to us, and she’s standing so close to me. 

“The glasses, sir.” She said, and I gasped. The pleasant faint fragrance mixed in the air when she passed me is like a fine wine that slowly made me intoxicated.

I immediately close my eyes, and when I open them again, my gaze remains on the floor, or else my cousins and brother-in-law would notice the sparks in them. However, I face another problem… I am now staring at her long legs. 

What the heck? 

I felt like I was even getting drunk. And so I tried hard to withdraw my gaze from her fair legs. 

Why isn’t she wearing black stockings the same as the rest of the waitresses here? I asked myself. 

Wait… Am I the only one staring at her long legs or every man in this restaurant? 

“Miss Hillson?” 

I heard Carl call her. I glanced at my playboy cousin, and I wanted to punch him for grinning like a dog. 

‘Dammit, Carl! I want to beat you up right now!’ 

But wait… Why am I acting like this? It’s not like she is my girlfriend, or I am her boyfriend. Am I jealous? 

‘Of course, I do.’ I answered my questions. Dammit! I was like crazy now talking to myself. 

And the more I felt upset when Carl starts flirting with her! 

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Hailey’s POV

I’m not surprised to see Professor Carl as he is Vincent Shen’s cousin. 

“Hello, Professor Johnson.” I greeted him. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked me. 

And I replied with a lie. “Um. I applied for a part-time job, sir.” 

“Oh. I see. Then what time are you going home?” 

Huh? Why is he asking me this? I processed in my head to understand, but then a stern voice spoke… 

“Can we order now? I’m starving,” said Vincent to Professor Carl.