Chapter 754
Thisdy was growing fonder of Arabe by the minute. How could there be such an angel in this
world? Whose kid was she?
She was so adorable!
"Alright, time for me to hit the road." Arabe stood up, knowing it was gettingte and Romeo would
be fretting.
"Melody, let''s hang out some other time," thedy called out to her. "Dinner''s on me."
Arabe turned around, smiled and said, "Sounds good."
Once Arabe left, thedy stared at her retreating figure, her eyes filled with longing. "What a gem.
Which lucky devil snatched her up? Such a pity. I''d love to take her home."
"It''s fate. Even if we can''t be family, we can still keep in touch, like family. She mentioned something
about the fruit wine being off. I need to look into that. If it was one of your friends who spiked it, I won''t
let them off the hook."
"Melody is so stunning. There''s no way she''d lie." Thedy''s mind was filled with Arabe''s image.
How perfect it would be if this girl was her daughter-inw.
Spotting the prescription Arabe left behind, thedy picked it up for a closer look. "Such a neat,
strong handwriting. It''s full of character, just like her."
Thedy liked Arabe even more after seeing her handwriting.
"Do you reckon it looks familiar?"
Thedy took a nce. It did seem familiar, like she''d seen it somewhere before.
"Labe?" They said in unison, looking at each other.
After a moment of surprise, thedy found some familiar characters in the prescription.
"Look, these characters also appear in her works. The style and font are identical."
"Could she really be Labe?" Thedy was not only surprised but also fell for the girl even more.
Meanwhile.
Alma handed a wad of cash to the waiter, wanting to know which floor Arabe went to and who she
met.
But the waiter didn''t ept it. He whispered, "Ms. Alma, we can''t disclose client information. Please
don''t make me do this."
N?velDrama.Org is the owner.
"Who would know that? I won''t tell others." Alma, seeing that he really wouldn''t ept it, pulled out
another wad of cheques. She ripped one off and handed it to him. "Since you can''t say it, write it down.
Ten grand a word, right here."
"Ms. Alma, I''m really sorry." The waiter still didn''t agree. Arabe was his benefactor. Without her, he
might have lost his job. He would never betray her.
"Alma, he''s just holding out for more money." Cherry, sitting on the couch, looked down on him. "So,
ten grand a word is not enough? How much do you want?"
"Ms. Cherry, you might have misunderstood. I''m not asking for money." The waiter kept his respectful
posture, sincerely saying, "Protecting the privacy of our clients is part of our job."
"I bet you, a low-life, struggle every day, and even basic food and clothing is an issue. Your living
conditions might even be worse than a dog''s, and you''re here talking to me about job responsibilities?"
Cherry suddenly swept all the game chips on the table to the floor in front of her ssmates. "Pick
them up."
"Ms. Cherry."
"What, isn''t this your job?"
All her ssmatesughed, enjoying the waiter''s embarrassment.
The waiter squatted down, picking up the game chips one by one, looking awkward but not daring to
resist.
Cherry stood up and walked over to him, her high heels grinding his hand. "Do you think you''re worthy
to y the high and mighty in front of us? Alma is being nice to you to ask you for information. Do you
see yourself as some big shot?"
Alma coldly watched from the side, quite unhappy about the waiter''s behavior. Lucky for her, Cherry
vented her anger for her.
The waiter was in so much pain he wanted to pull his hand back, but Cherry intentionally applied more
pressure.
"Alright Cherry, why ruin your mood over a low-life? If you''re upset, we can help you vent, you don''t
have to do it yourself." A male ssmate, Alvis, came over and patted Cherry on the shoulder.
Cherry scornfully nced at the waiter, and then took her foot off and returned to her seat.