Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3367

After a flurry of activity, Damian and Zachary personally brought out the dishes. Everything served was exactly what Norah loved to eat.

Norah sat up straight, watching them work with a haughty detachment. She picked up a glass and inspected it. "Is this clean?"

"Spotless. Brand new and sterilized!" Zachary assured her quickly.

"What would you like to drink?" Damian offered fresh watermelon juice, along with some milk tea and fruit tea they had bought from the shop across the street.

Norah gave the selection an arrogant sweep of her eyes. "The watermelon juice."

"Got it!" Zachary stepped up to pour her drink.

Norah glared at him, her brow furrowing. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

"Huh?" Zachary froze, instinctively turning to look at Gonzalez. Completely forgetting he was pouring juice, the liquid overflowed, spilling across the table and splashing directly onto Norah's dress.

Norah leaped to her feet. Zachary stared in horror, hastily slamming the pitcher down and grabbing napkins for her.

Norah's face twisted in indignation. "Gonzalez, who on earth did you hire? They're completely incompetent! My dress is ruined!"

Damian rushed to apologize on Zachary's behalf. "I am so sorry. Zachary didn't mean it. He usually stays in the kitchen and isn't used to serving out front. Please, don't hold it against him!"

"Save your excuses!" Norah snapped, playing the unreasonable diva perfectly.

Gonzalez looked at her calmly. "So, what do you suggest we do?"

"Fire them both! Throw them out right now!" Her spoiled heiress temper was in full swing.

Damian and Zachary stood utterly dumbfounded. They exchanged panicked glances. Zachary, a towering, muscular guy, was red in the face but didn't dare lose his temper. "I... I really didn't mean to!"

Norah scoffed. "You think 'didn't mean to' fixes this?"

Damian quickly interjected. "I'll buy you a new dress!"

Norah raised an eyebrow. "This is custom-made. You couldn't buy it out there if you tried!"

Desperate, Damian looked at Gonzalez. "Boss..."

Norah settled back into her chair, looking like she was ready for a show. "Do it right now, then. Let's see you two wrestle. If you put on a good show, I might just forget about this."

Damian was speechless.

Zachary squeezed his eyes shut, looking like a martyr heading to the execution block. "Bring it on, Damian. Hit me!"

Damian couldn't bring himself to do it. "She wants to see us wrestle, not fight. Come on, let's clear some space and grapple!"

Zachary looked at Norah.

Norah's eyes darted around mischievously. "Wait, I changed my mind. I don't want to watch wrestling. I want to hear some music. You two, sing for me!"

Zachary was stunned. "Sing what?"

Norah pretended to think it over. "Something upbeat. 'Two Tigers'."

Gonzalez nearly spat out his tea, hastily grabbing a napkin to cover his mouth and muffle his sudden coughing fit.