Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 7

Samantha firmly shook her head and softly replied, "I don't drink."

She had hoped this excuse would get her out of the situation, but Wesley remained persistent. "That's fine. If you can't drink, just serve it to Leonardo."

"I also don't know—"

"Are you seriously telling me you can't even serve?"

Wesley felt a wave of frustration. Her excuse was completely unbelievable. People often said that everyone in the club was sharp, yet she seemed utterly oblivious to even the most basic cues.

"I apologize, but I have other commitments to attend to. I must leave now." Samantha bowed slightly, feeling an urge to escape.

Just as she was about to take a step forward, Wesley shouted angrily, "Stop! You're not allowed to leave."

Samantha halted and remained silent, afraid that saying anything more might irritate Wesley. She was confused. The club was filled with stunning women who possessed high emotional intelligence and could effortlessly charm others.

Normally, when customers tried to flirt with her, her lack of social finesse led them to lose interest quickly and dismiss her. This strategy had always worked in her favor. She couldn't understand why it wasn't working this time. It was truly perplexing.

Wesley's fury cast an unsettling silence over the private room, leaving everyone at a loss for words. Samantha couldn't shake off the feeling of being in an uncomfortable spotlight.

She felt as though she were a caged monkey in a zoo, under the scrutiny of all around her. Everyone was baffled by her reluctance to seize the opportunity that so many others were eagerly vying for.

After a prolonged silence, Leonardo finally spoke. "You may leave."

Samantha's eyes sparkled with excitement as she was finally granted permission to leave. Without uttering a word, she immediately sprinted away.

Leonardo frowned as she left without hesitation, showing no desire to stay. Her behavior mirrored that of the woman from that night. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, Layla had become increasingly irritating, causing him to lose interest in her.

This development deeply frustrated Wesley. "Leonardo, she's disrespecting me, and you're still helping her!"

"You're too loud."

"Stop making excuses," Wesley retorted. "I knew you liked this kind of woman."

"That's ridiculous." Leonardo's calm tone made it hard to decipher his emotions.

As Samantha approached the door of the private room, she unexpectedly encountered Juliet standing right in her path. "Juliet…"

Before she could react, Juliet suddenly gripped Samantha's shoulders, spun her around, and shoved her back inside.

Samantha was confused.

Juliet whispered, "The customers in this room are some of the club's most prestigious members. If you can't please them, you might as well go home now."

"But… I'm just a waitress."

"Don't you know how to serve drinks?"

Just as Samantha was about to refuse, Juliet added, "If you don't know how to do it, get out of here now."

Samantha had no choice but to agree.

"Take good care of them, keep their drinks flowing, and I'll reward you with a commission later."

With that, Juliet guided Samantha to the seat beside Leonardo.

"She's a new waitress and still learning. Let's not be too hard on her. She was simply joking around. She definitely knows how to serve drinks. Right, Samantha?"