William looked at the customer, she looked like she came from a wealthy family, her jewelry and her attire show it all. "Madam. I apologize for your unpleasant experience inside our restaurant. Sometimes accidents happen that can't be avoided such as this. May I know what compensation do you want? Is it money? Or I can give you another bowl of soup for free," he offered politely.
Valeria pouted. "I don't want free soup, I don't want money as compensation!" she dismissed the offer quickly.
William's mouth twitched in displeasure, he released a deep sigh and rubbed his temple. "Ah, I see. Okay, I will just fire the waitress who brings you the soup!" he finally said.
Jessa's face turned paperwhite.
"Sir, No! Please don't fire me! It's not my fault! It's not my hair floating in the soup, please believe me!" Jessa cried begging for mercy.
Meanwhile, inside the room.
