From everyone's compliments, it wasn't hard for me to guess that Jonathan's identity was either rich or noble.
It was obviously well-heated in the private room, but I felt extremely cold, and my entire body shivered as if I had fallen into a freezing cellar.
“The girl with the mask, you're pretty blind. Why don't you hurry up and offer Mr. Davis a drink? You're such a piece of trash, and you deserve to work for someone for the rest of your life.”
After I came back to my senses from the memories, I poured the drinks for these rich guys nervously.
As I passed Jonathan, smelling his familiar scent, I was momentarily distracted and accidentally spilled my drink on him.
The woman beside him immediately got up and angrily pushed me to the ground, pointing at my nose and cursing me.
“Are you blind? Mr. Davis is wearing a shirt that is worth half your life.”
Was it worth half my life?
I braced myself in panic and wiped Jonathan's wine stains with a tissue on the side.
I was slapped brutally by the woman, who contemptuously poured wine all over my head.