My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 111

The moment the manager stepped in, the entire room stiffened. The air grew thick with tension, and no one dared to make a sound.

This was unexpected.

For the manager himself to come all the way here, it could only mean one thing—punishment.

At that moment The employees exchanged wary glances. Some shifted uneasily in their seats, while others held their breath, waiting for what was to come next.

Hudson and Camille, on the other hand, could barely contain their smirks.

They didn’t need to say anything to each other to know they were thinking the same thing.

This was proof that Valentina wasn’t really from a wealthy family.

If she were, she would have already settled this bill without hesitation.

But Instead, she had stalled, looked for excuses, and dragged the issue out for far too long.

And now, with the manager—Mr. Langford—standing in the room, the inevitable was about to happen.

See Mr Langford in the room, without wasting anymore time the waiter immediately walked closer to him.

However he barely had time to react before a loud, resounding slap echoed across the restaurant.

"Smack!"

The force of the slap twisted his face to the side so sharply that for a moment, it seemed as if his neck might snap.

Immediately a burning sensation spread across his cheek, and his ears rang from the impact. His entire body stiffened, his legs almost giving out under him.

Seeing what had just happened a stunned silence fell over the restaurant.

The workers of Sterling Design, seated at their tables, exchanged wide-eyed glances.

The unexpected violence had caught them completely off guard.

Hudson and Camille, who had been watching with smug expressions, suddenly tensed, their smugness giving way to confusion.

However the waiter, still reeling, slowly turned back, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief as he faced the restaurant manager, Mr. Langford.

His lips trembled as he tried to speak, a confused, "W-what did I—" forming on his tongue.

"Smack!"

Another slap, this time even harsher, landed across his face, sending him staggering sideways. His body almost crashed into a chair, and he barely managed to keep himself upright.

The shock was so overwhelming that his brain struggled to process what was happening.

The pain stung, but more than that—the humiliation burned even deeper.

The entire room was dead silent.

Even the staff of the restaurant who had been minding their own business paused to watch the unfolding scene.

The workers of Sterling Design began shifting uncomfortably in their seats, whispering nervously among themselves.

"What just happened?"

"Why is the manager hitting him?"

"Did he mess up something important?"

Even Hudson and Camille, who had been hoping for Valentina’s humiliation, were now the ones feeling uneasy.

Hudson narrowed his eyes, glancing at Camille as if searching for an answer, but she looked just as lost as he did.

This wasn’t how they had expected things to go.

The waiter, face red and swelling, looked up at Mr. Langford, still confused, still desperate for an explanation.

"Sir, w-what did I do wrong?" he finally croaked, his voice still hoarse from the shock.

For a moment, Mr. Langford simply stared him down, his expression was unreadable. Then, with a voice sharp as a knife, he spoke.

"You have one job, and yet you chose to be greedy and foolish?" His voice was dangerously low, sending a cold chill down the waiter’s spine.

Again the murmurs in the restaurant grew louder, tension filling the air.

The workers of Sterling Design, still watching, shifted nervously again.

What exactly had the waiter done to deserve this?

Hudson and Camille, still silent, felt their stomachs tighten.

They thought Valentina would be the one in trouble tonight.

But now, it was looking very, very different.

The moment Mr. Langford—the manager of the restaurant—scanned the room, his sharp eyes locked onto Valentina.

The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

For a split second, his face hardened, his brows slightly furrowing.

Then, without wasting another second, he hurried toward Valentina—his footsteps urgent.

And then—to everyone’s utter shock—

He dropped to his knees.

Immediately Gasps rippled across the restaurant.

A stunned silence fell over the entire room.

The workers of Sterling Design, who had been whispering amongst themselves, froze.

Even Hudson and Camille, who had been secretly enjoying the situation, felt their blood run cold.

"What... What just happened? Did they see that right?"

Did the manager—the same authoritative, strict Mr. Langford—just kneel before Valentina?!

Nobody could believe their eyes.

The confusion was so overwhelming that for a long moment, nobody spoke.

The entire room seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for someone to explain the impossible.

The waiter—who had just been slapped twice—felt his already aching head spin.

His mouth went dry, and his body stiffened as he watched the unbelievable scene unfold.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

This didn’t make sense.

Mr. Langford had come in with authority, and from the way he had just humiliated him, it was clear that someone was about to be punished.

But why—Why was he kneeling in front of Valentina?!

The realization hit like a train.

If Mr. Langford—the highest authority in the restaurant—was kneeling before this woman, then...

The waiter’s legs trembled.

A deep, horrifying thought began creeping into his mind.

Had he just offended someone he was never supposed to offend?

At that moment Hudson and Camille, who had been trying to read the situation, felt an uneasy shiver crawl up their spines.

The entire restaurant remained silent, the air thick with tension.

They couldn’t believe Mr. Langford, the once imposing and authoritative restaurant manager, was now on his knees, his face dripping with sweat as he looked up at Valentina.

His entire body trembled, his hands clasped together in a desperate plea.

"Mrs. Valentina— I— I deeply apologize!"

His voice was shaky, almost pathetic, as if he was terrified of what Valentina might say next.

The powerful, respected Mr. Langford—reduced to nothing but fear in front of her.