Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 561

The secretary quickly brought the person in. Gemma immediately recognized her-it was the same waitress from Christmas Eve.

She forced herself to stay calm. Just because she recognized the girl didn't mean the girl would recognize her. After all, the waitress served countless customers daily. How could she possibly remember each one?

Even as she reassured herself, her fingers clenched tightly, refusing to relax, and her brows furrowed under a heavy cloud of worry.

The young woman looked to be in her early twenties, not much younger than them. It was clear that she was nervous, stepping into such a large company for the first time.

"Um... may I ask why you called me here?" she asked hesitantly.

Mona glanced at her. "We apologize for calling you over so suddenly, but something happened, and it's related to the hot drink served on Christmas Eve. We were hoping you could help us shed some light on it."

"Help you? Me?" The girl seemed puzzled. She couldn't imagine how a waitress like herself could be of any help.

"Yes," Mona confirmed. "You don't have to do much. Just tell us what happened that night. How's your memory?"

The girl's face lit up with a touch of pride, her red lips curving into a smile. "Other things I can't guarantee, but my memory is excellent. I was top of my class in school because of it. I never forgot anything the teacher said. But..."

Her voice trailed off, and her expression dimmed.

"But what?"

mom has been bedridden for years. I also have

of school and start

your memory is so good, can you tell me which of these two was the

between the two women. When her clear, bright eyes landed on Gemma, Gemma's heart

the girl said, pointing directly at

into a smile. "Good. You're not

I'm certain I

what she ordered that night?" Mona

to think, though in truth, she already knew the answer. The atmosphere

finally

ordered banana. I didn't ask for mango. You serve so many customers every day-you must have made

matter would blow over, and Gemma could avoid

was indignant. "I'm not lying. It was Christmas Eve, and I remember it very clearly. It snowed heavily that night, and it was already late. There were hardly

you were the third customer I served that night. At first, you asked for banana juice. I said okay. But then you hesitated for a

encounter someone with such a sharp memory? Not

mango was something you added

you had your hair down and wore a black overcoat that reached past your knees. Inside, you had on a beige turtleneck sweater, and you were

the customer's requests. If you asked for banana, why would I add mango

listed every detail of Gemma's appearance that night. Gemma

that day. Not just

can remember every detail of Gemma's clothes, how

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