My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 112

Everyone watching—Sterling Design employees, the waiters, and even the two managers, Hudson and Camille—could barely breathe.

The man who had walked in with such authority, the one they thought had come to punish Valentina, was now begging for her forgiveness.

Even the waiter—who had been confident just moments ago—felt his entire body go cold.

Without being told he knows Something wasn’t right, Something was very, very wrong.

Mr. Langford’s forehead was drenched in sweat, his eyes pleading, as he spoke again.

"Please, Mrs. Valentina, forgive me! I had no idea— I truly had no idea! If I had known, this never— I swear— this never would have happened!"

His voice cracked, panic seeping into every word.

"Please— just tell me what to do to make this right!"

Valentina, who had remained composed throughout the entire situation, simply watched him.

Her gaze was cold, unreadable—the kind that sent chills down a person’s spine.

Then, finally, she spoke.

"You didn’t do anything wrong, Mr. Langford."

Her voice was calm, but there was a sharpness to it—one that made even Hudson and Camille flinch.

"What I am disappointed in— is everything that has happened tonight."

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she observed the trembling manager before her.

Then, in a voice smooth and cutting, she continued.

"Since you’re here, let me register my dissatisfaction now."

Her words carried weight, and Mr. Langford visibly gulped, his head lowering further in shame.

Valentina’s eyes darkened as she recalled what had happened earlier.

"When I arrived, I was given a menu. The prices were clear. Everything was normal."

Her fingers drummed lightly against the table.

"But somehow, by the time the bill came, the prices had changed. The numbers on the menu were completely different from what I had originally seen."

Then She leaned forward slightly, her gaze intense.

"Tell me, Mr. Langford—do you think that’s normal?"

Immediately Mr. Langford shook his head violently, his breath coming out in panicked gasps.

"No! No, Mrs. Raymond! That is absolutely unacceptable! This is a disgrace! I—I promise you, I had no idea something like this was happening in this establishment!"

Valentina tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a humorless smile.

"Yet it did happen."

Her words were icy, and Mr. Langford’s entire body tensed.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Then, she exhaled softly and leaned back again, her expression unreadable.

"This kind of embarrassment and disgrace?"

She paused, letting the weight of her next words sink in.

"I will not let it slide."

Hearing Valentina’s words, Mr. Langford felt his vision blur for a split second. His legs almost gave out beneath him.

Cold sweat dripped down his back, his breathing rapid and uneven.

This—this was a disaster.

His heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest.

He had been enjoying a quiet evening, sipping on a glass of wine in his office when the phone rang.

The owner of the restaurant, a man who rarely called unless it was something serious, had been furious.

"Langford, you have ten minutes—ten!—to fix this. If you don’t, you’re finished! I don’t care what you’ve done for this place. If that woman leaves with a frown on her face, you’re out!"

The rage in the owner’s voice had paralyzed him.

It was like being thrown into ice water.

He had spent years building this place. Years shaping its reputation.

And now? All of that could be wiped out in an instant.

Because of one woman.

Which meant—She wasn’t just any client.

She was someone the owner personally feared.

Someone he couldn’t afford to offend.

And if he was trembling that much, it meant she was someone he absolutely could not afford to cross.

His lips quivered as he lowered his head further, his knees almost buckling under him.

"Mrs. Raymond—please—" His voice was barely above a whisper. "Just give me one moment—I swear, I will fix everything. Please, just a little more patience—"

He could barely force out his words.

Because if he failed right now, it wouldn’t just be his job on the line.

It would be his entire career. His entire reputation. His entire life.

So he had to fix this.

Hearing the manager’s words, the staff of Sterling Design immediately began to murmur among themselves.

Who exactly was Valentina?

Their director had only just taken office, yet here she was, standing at the center of a situation that had completely unraveled the restaurant’s authority.

The way the manager was trembling, his voice shaky, his forehead glistening with sweat—it was clear he was terrified.

Terrified of offending Valentina.

Which meant—Valentina wasn’t someone ordinary.

She was someone powerful.

Hudson and Camille had assumed Valentina was nothing more than a privileged woman handed a title she didn’t deserve—yet now, before their very eyes, a renowned restaurant manager was groveling before her.

They had never seen anything like this.

The restaurant manager suddenly stood up, his face a mask of rage.

His sharp glare landed on the waiter, who was now visibly shaking under the intense scrutiny.

"Bring me the menu you gave to Mrs. Raymond. Right now."

The command was absolute.

At that moment the waiter’s face turned pale, his legs weak as he reluctantly stepped forward.

His fingers twitched as he reached for the hidden menu, his entire body weighed down with embarrassment.

His hands hesitated before he finally pulled it out and handed it over.

The moment the manager laid eyes on it, his expression darkened.

His jaw clenched, his fingers gripping the menu so tightly the edges crumpled.

Without a second’s hesitation, he stormed toward Valentina, flipping the menu open in front of her.

His voice was urgent, almost pleading.

"Mrs. Valentina, is this the menu you received?"

Valentina’s sharp eyes scanned the pages.

Then—A single nod.

"Yes. This is the one."

Immediately the manager’s breath hitched.

His hands shook slightly as he compared it to the actual menu—

And the moment he saw the difference—

A shiver ran down his spine.

The prices had been altered.

Not just altered—slashed down massively.

It was as if the restaurant had been offering a massive 80% discount—but only on paper.

Which meant—This was fraud.

Pure, undeniable fraud.

At that moment His fists clenched as he felt a wave of rage explode in his chest.