Damian was stunned when he heard the familiar name from Calista's lips. He wished he just misheard it, but the lady's reaction was too real to be a bluff. Besides, he knew she would never joke about something related to the deceased Evangeline Zara.
"M-Ma'am… What is the matter?" The waitress asked in confusion. She looked genuinely confused, but Calista didn't buy it.
"Stop pretending to be clueless, lady. How come you're here, serving us food and drinks when your family buried you a few weeks ago? If you think I will let you go today, just like when I saw you at the port, you're wrong." Calista grabbed the lady's hand and dragged her to the door. She thought of bringing her to the summerhouse to lock her up for interrogation.
"You're coming with me," she said, tightening her grasp when the waitress pushed her, sending her a few meters away. "Ouch! H-Hey! Don't let her leave. Your grace, stop her!" Calista shouted when the waitress ran away.
