Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 149

Neil spotted me immediately, then his gaze shifted to Oscar.

Of course, Oscar still had a grudge against Neil, the man who had once stolen his girlfriend. But now that things had moved on, especially after he learned about what Bonnie had done, he only showed a hint of caution.

In comparison, Neil's gaze was far more hostile, like icy arrows, full of pressure.

"Irene, let's get out of here," Oscar said, standing up and taking hold of my hand, "Don't make things hard for yourself because of me."

I sat back down and spoke again, "What's so special about Wellness Oasis? Who's the manager? Can't he/she come out and meet us?"

The employee with the number 17 badge froze, then turned around and snapped back, "ma’am, I've already told you, we can't do any spa treatments today, you're the one who's being stubborn! If you continue to disrupt our business, I'll call the police!"

Neil, who had been listening to our conversation, frowned, then gestured for another staff member to take his friends to grab something to eat.

"What's going on?" he came over, one arm hooked in the sleeve of his grey suit jacket, one hand in his pocket, looking every bit the model with his effortless style.

Number 17 hurriedly responded, "Sir, there's been a slight misunderstanding with these two customers, it's nothing serious. Is there anything I can assist you with?"

She didn't seem to recognize Neil.

"So, today none of the spa services are available, is it because you really can't do it or you just look down on our discount coupons?" I threw the coupons on the ground, looking defiantly at Neil and number 17, "I insist on using these coupons today, or else I won't let this go!"

Neil picked up the two coupons from the floor, his sharp gaze landing on Oscar again.

He knew I would never use coupons to spend money here, it must have been Oscar's idea.

I didn't care what he thought, considering today my chance to make a scene.

Neil pulled out his wallet, took out a black, gold-trimmed card and handed it to me. It was the highest-level gold card of Wellness Oasis, Stella had one too.

"Sir!" Number 17, seeing Neil taking out the card, first showed a look of surprise and envy, then tried to stop him, "It's okay, you don't need to help me out by giving your card to this lady. I'll call the police!"

Neil glanced at her, his eyes cold.

I stood up, didn't take his card, but pointed at number 17, "Neil, I don't need your card. I just have one request, fire her, now!"

Hearing Neil's name, number 17 froze for a moment before realizing who he was. She was shocked.

"Ma’am, even Mr. Whitmore doesn't have the right to fire me, right? Since you know Mr. Whitmore, can't we just let this go? I'll take you to do the spa now." Number 17 was a resilient character.

Neil, looking at my domineering attitude, showed a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he still made a call, "Manager Sammy, come and take number 17 to settle her wages."

"Mr. Whitmore, you..." Number 17 was dumbfounded, stuttering.

Wellness Oasis was a hard place to get into, even as a waitress. Many young girls were eager to work here. Not only because of the high wages but also because it increased the chances of meeting wealthy, handsome men.

Soon, Sammy rushed over. Without even knowing the full story, he took number 17 away.

This kind of short-sighted waitress didn't suit working here. If she couldn't recognize me and Neil today, she wouldn't recognize other VIPs tomorrow. She'll upset someone sooner or later.

I don't discriminate against any job or person, but number 17's contempt annoyed me.