My Billionaire Please Became 82

Chapter 0082

Cara's POV

A middle-aged and distinguished-looking man walks into the kitchen, hands raised in ant obvious attempt to minimize the growing tension in the kitchen. "What's going on here?" He asks, looking at all of us gathered around.

I'm not yet certain who this man is, but when he speaks, the kitchen staff listens. He must have their respect. Does this John work here, too?

"John, you need to get HER," a she-wolf points a finger at me, "out of here. We don't need any help from the likes of her!"

I turn to John, trying to appeal to him, "I was just saying that I'm here because-"

"Because you want to feel better about yourself and laugh at us from your fancy throne!" one of the staff members fires at me.

'Now wait just a minute!" John's tone is harsh and admonishing, and the staff stops their snickering at once.

HT

He lays his briefcase on the table between us, and the hard leather case lands with a heavy thud. John unzips the case and reaches in to grab a handful of papers.

"Before you throw around any more of those poisonous words, you'll want to see this," he says sternly to the staff, holding the papers up to their eye level.

The staff members stare at the papers for a moment before their faces fall, all together in unison as if the movement had been choreographed. "SHE made the donation?!" "But... but they all said-"

she

thinks she's

a loud

will listen

have misjudged Ms. Cara Wilson," John says to them before turning to look at me with a satisfied

he says with a pleasant humor

To see me again?!

Who is this?

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Wait...

my brain finally taking in what it's seeing now that the tension has been somewhat

be Alaric's servant

are you doing here?" I never expected to

haven't seen him since my accident six years ago. He

me to Beta. It appears there weren't that many folks left that

to him with a genuine smile. I always found John to be a friendly and respectable worker, I'm

where a servant can rise to the station of

sends his apologies for his delay.

and I with narrowed eyes. "So she gave us some money? So what?! I still don't trust a princess to

from a new voice. The voice was familiar, though I almost didn't recognize the sound because of the harsh

manager, the same desperate she-wolf who had phoned me the other day asking for my help. I might not have recognized her except for the shiny name tag affixed

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