Her Tears Are His Weakness

Chapter 13

Leonardo's invitation gave Samantha a way out, sparing her from standing there awkwardly like a fool. She quickly took a seat beside him.

He didn't give her any instructions, but Samantha wasn't completely oblivious. After glancing around, she grabbed the most expensive wine and poured a drink into the empty glass in front of him.

Technically, they had been here for a while. Yet, to her surprise, Leonardo's glass had remained untouched. His glass never filled in the first place. There wasn't even a trace of liquor on the glass walls.

Once she finished pouring, Leonardo picked up the glass and took a sip, accepting her gesture without hesitation.

"So that's how it is, huh? If she's not the one pouring, you won't even drink, right?" Wesley teased. "What, does the wine taste better when she pours it?"

Amused by the thought, he couldn't help but grow curious. "How about you pour one for me too?"

As a waitress, Samantha had no reason to refuse. She was just about to get up and pour when Leonardo stopped her. "Don't bother with him."

Samantha pursed her lips together, feeling awkward. Was it really okay to ignore Wesley like that? He was an important guest too.

Fortunately, Wesley didn't seem offended. He just laughed and waved it off. "Fine, fine. As long as you take care of Leonardo, a nobody like me can handle myself. You don't have to serve me."

His tone had a hint of sarcasm, but there was no malice behind it.

Leaning back, Wesley remarked, "That woman's done for. Of all the things she could've done, she had to play petty tricks. Now that she's offended Leonardo, no club will dare hire her. She'll be lucky if she can scrape by doing temp work at some rundown factory."

Samantha needed to be even more careful from now on because she knew she would face serious consequences if she messed up with Leonardo.

The room soon returned to its relaxed, carefree atmosphere. At least, that was the case until Leonardo spoke.

"Samantha?"

"Yes," Samantha answered as she nodded obediently.

"To be honest, that was the first time a woman has ever bought me food."

"What?"

couldn't possibly know she was the one who sent that supper,

Thanks

Her entire body stiffened, but she forced herself to feign confusion. Still,

who took me out supper, wasn't it? We just met, and now you're pretending we didn't. You're good

silent. She had no idea how Leonardo had figured it out. She had kept her mask on the entire time

again. "When you came to the villa last time,

Layla. So, it was her name that had given

say anything back then.

chuckled. Now she was

about anything related to the club that night.

was more than happy

be upset. After all, with Xenia as a cautionary tale, she knew that losing this job would leave her with no way

Leonardo didn't seem to care. In fact, he looked like

a pretty good mood, as if something

really something worth

did you figure out that person wasn't me?"

Samantha was speechless.

Leonardo's instincts were really that sharp, how could he not have realized that

was obviously just talking

practical than pouring him more of that ridiculously expensive

completely miserable. Standing at the entrance of the club,

unwilling to accept this outcome, but right now, getting the money was her top priority. Without it, she had no way to explain herself to

phone, she dialed

million dollars in my account by tomorrow. If I don't

You think two million is

down with the ship. But you? You've barely begun to enjoy your luxurious life.

"You"

end, she held back. If she wanted to keep living comfortably, she had to

get you

a close eye on your sugar daddy, he's going to end up in Samantha's hands. Who would've thought? That woman looks so

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