Countdown to My Divorce

Her Exit 395

The waiter came over and tried to usher Rachel to the side.

“Excuse me, miss, please step aside for a moment.

Rachel wasn’t the type to make a fuss over small things, but the cashier’s attitude ticked her off.

Seeing the waiter approaching, clearly intending to grab her, Rachel’s voice rang out with unmistakable authority.

“Don’t touch me!”

The waiter met Rachel’s eyes and, for some reason, felt an inexplicable chill. He didn’t dare lay a finger on her.

From the corner of her eye, Rachel saw the rude cashier from earlier rolling her eyes again, and that was the final straw. Rage surged through her.

She stepped forward, ready to confront the cashier.

“If you keep this up, I’ll have no choice but to call the police!” the waiter warned, trying to stop her. But Rachel’s imposing aura made him flinch, and he instinctively stepped aside.

Rachel strode straight up to the cashier.

“If you really think I’m lying, then call your manager. Let’s check with the kitchen. See if those dishes were actually ordered or not. The truth will be out.”

more annoyed. She rolled her eyes at Rachel again. “I told you, our restaurant doesn’t make these kinds

all rich. She had seen Rachel’s type before. They were usually not

her pay up and stop arguing. Call the cops

Why should we all be held up because of

at least come up with a better excuse. Look at the expensive food on your bill. Even if

cashier again. This time, her voice was cold and

said, get your

busy. If you don’t have money and want to dine and dash, you’ve got

attitude, pulled out her

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cashier saw Rachel making a call and assumed she was just contacting someone to bring her

well–dressed man walked out from the

“Liana Ferguson.”

Ferguson. It was a

at all.

instantly changed when she saw the man. “Mr.