Chapter 9 - The Seat of Honor
Vanessa’s pathetic, desperate screams faded into the kitchen service corridor, swallowing her toxic arrogance into the darkness forever. The threat was neutralized. The parasite was completely removed.
The rugged man slowly turned his back on the empty VIP table. He let out a slow, heavy breath, instantly slipping back into the gentle, protective boy he used to be.
He walked back to Mrs. Carter, who was still standing quietly next to Emma, the nervous young maid.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," the man said softly, his voice full of profound respect.
"You always were a fiercely protective boy," Mrs. Carter smiled gently, reaching out to pat his arm.
He gently took her frail hand and escorted her directly to the very center of the VIP table, pulling out the heaviest, most ornate gold chair for her. He then looked at Emma, the young maid in the black and white uniform who had looked at Mrs. Carter with sympathy earlier.
"What's your name?" he asked the maid.
"Emma, sir," she whispered, her hands trembling.
"Emma, you are no longer serving tables tonight," the mafia boss stated, the absolute power of his wealth backing his words. "You are Mrs. Carter's personal guest. Sit down and eat."
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Emma gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, tears of pure joy filling her eyes as she took the seat next to the elderly woman.
👉 The king had reclaimed his mother, and the entire high-society ballroom was about to bow to the new queen.
