Chapter 41

The waitress, Mila Granger, paced back and forth, as though she was looking for Millie. When she spotted her target, she immediately walked over.

There was a champagne flute on her tray. "Miss, would you like a drink?"

"I don't want to drink now, but I want to see someone else drink. You should drink that. I'll pay you a hundred thousand dollars if you drink that. What do you say?"

Mila smiled nervously. "I wouldn't dare. These drinks are for our honorable guests. I'm not worthy of drinking them. Not to mention, I have a sensitive stomach. I get a stomach ache when I drink—"

"I'll pay you a million dollars."

"Really?" Mila's eyes light up. She was ready to switch sides.

"Yes! So, are you drinking it?"

"Sure, I will."

Now, it was Millie's turn to be puzzled. She wondered what was in the drink. Did Mila even know what was inside? If she did, she wouldn't be wearing this expression right now.

Was it spiked with a date rape drug, or something else?

At that moment, someone came ov