The female receptionist was a bit surprised when she saw me dressed in sportswear, but she did not show it and led me to the place where the female guest stayed to rest, while Allen followed another receptionist to another place.
The VIP room was playing light and soothing music and I was feeling a bit lost. Just as I was about to sit down and play with my mobile phone, someone took the initiative to come over and talk to me.
"What are you doing here?"
I looked up and saw Felicya, who was four months pregnant, standing in front of me with heavy makeup and a proud look on her face.
Now she was the legitimate wife of Zayn. Since my divorce, I had never seen Felicya, Zayn, or anyone from the O'Connor Family again.
I had no resentment towards them anymore, but if they dared to provoke me, I was not afraid. "I'll come wherever I want."
"You're not here to work as a waiter, are you?" She sneered and took out a stack of bills from her bag. "I'll give you these as tips. Now get out of here immediately and don't let Zayn and I see you again."
It was really hilarious.
"Felicya, I am indeed working overtime. If you don't want to see me, just take Zayn and get out of here by yourself."