Chapter 2 - The Kneeling Billionaire
The wealthy guests surrounding them murmured in disgust, stepping back to avoid the spilled champagne. Abigail trembled, wrapping her hands protectively over her pregnant belly as hot tears streamed down her face.
On the marble floor, the man in the all-black suit picked up a shard of crystal. As he shifted his weight, his dark wavy hair and rugged beard caught the chandelier light. He looked up intently, his dark eyes scanning Abigail’s brown apron and her tear-streaked face.
Something in her features—or perhaps the way she clutched her stomach—caused his breath to hitch. His fierce, imposing posture instantly melted into profound shock.
"Your name is Abigail?" the man asked, his voice unexpectedly gentle, cutting softly through the tense air of the ballroom.
Abigail blinked through her tears, her hands nervously reaching up to touch her temple, brushing away a stray lock of brown hair.
"Yes, sir," Abigail whispered, her voice trembling and fearful that she was about to be fired on the spot by management.
The Woman in Silver scoffed loudly, crossing her arms as she looked down at the kneeling man with cold indifference. She had no idea who he was, assuming he was just another wealthy guest annoyed by the mess.
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"If you're worried about liability, management can replace her," the Woman in Silver said dismissively, treating Abigail like an insect beneath her sparkly silver shoes.
👉 The arrogant socialite thought she had sealed the waitress's doom, but the man in black was about to drop a bomb that would paralyze the room.
