Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 She Runs Into Louis

After working as a receptionist in the lobby, Blanche went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup. She was really nervous just now. And her makeup was smudged.

Her phone dinged.

Blanche turned on the phone and found a message from Erin.

"Blanche, are you used to doing this job? The foreman is going through menopause. She's a little weird. You just have to go along with it."

Blanche looked down and texted her back.

"I ran into Louis. He's here for dinner."

"Huh? Did he recognize you?"

"Yes." Blanche sent a shrug emoji.

"Oh no! Crap! He must be pretty pissed off! As the daughter-in-law of the Herbart family, you've already had hundreds of billions of dollars. But you still work as a waitress. He must be furious. I'm so selfish. I only thought of travelling with my mom. Sorry to put you through this."

"Stop joking! What hundreds of billions of assets? It has nothing to do with me. Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal. He's always hated me. Have fun! Alright. I'm busy."

Blanche had just come out of the bathroom moments before the foreman called out to her.

"Hurry over here and join me in serving the food."

Blanche followed the foreman up the stairs. Then she came to the door of a large private room. Her jaw dropped when she glanced at the very large food cart. Blanche thought, 'Could it be that the person ordering food on the face of this place is the king? That guy ordered such a feast. '

The foreman said, "I'm telling you, when you get into the room, you'd better be quick. You have to hold the plates steady. Don't spill the soup on the guests. The price of a suit worn by these people is equivalent to our annual salary."

Blanche nodded obediently.

The moment Blanche gently pushed the door open and saw the person inside, she felt her head buzz to the point of cracking. Louis was there!

Blanche took a deep breath. She wondered why she hadn't checked the calendar before she left the house. Before the foreman could give her a warning look, Blanche lowered her head, pushed the cart in, and started serving the food.

Blanche stood next to Henry as she served the food. At this point, Henry was leisurely sizing up Blanche.

Blanche was speechless. She didn't know what Henry was looking at, but she had a bad feeling about it. She hurriedly put the dishes on the table and wanted to get out quickly.

Blanche sensed the serious atmosphere in the room. No one was smiling. They seemed to be at an impasse, and Blanche wondered what they were talking about that was so serious.

Blanche thought it was great that Louis hadn't looked at her at all.

And the man sitting across from Louis had a horrible tattoo on his neck that made Blanche feel her scalp tingle. The tattoo looked like a boa constrictor wrapped around his neck, which looked horrible.

Blanche saw the man with the tattoo on his neck shooting a look at his subordinate sitting next to him. The subordinate then placed a document in front of him on the glass table and gently turned the table. Then the document appeared in front of Louis.

"Mr. Herbart, please review this contract for the purchase of raw jewellery. We have previously negotiated with Wilburn. Originally, we were scheduled to sign the contract today. Since Wilburn has gone overseas to study, and you are in charge of his previous business, I had to find you to sign the contract."

Louis lowered his eyes, skimmed the contract in front of him, picked it up, flipped through it, and tossed the document away.

"I can't sign it. Herbart Group won't be involved in this project."

Suddenly, Logan snapped his palm on the table. "Mr. Herbart, are you seriously not signing this contract?"

Blanche was so frightened that her hands shook. Logan smashed the table hard. Luckily, she had finished serving the dishes. Then she was ready to get out of there and away from this mess.

Henry took out his mobile phone and tapped it.

Cranky Logan got a message. After looking at his phone, he fixed his gaze on Blanche, who was walking out the door with a frown on her face. Quickly, he raised his hand and pointed at Blanche.

"Stand still. You stay here and pour the drinks for me."

However, the moment she stepped back, Logan changed his mind.

Logan then said in a nasty tone, "I don't want any more wine. Take the red wine away. Make me a cup of tea."

Blanche knew Logan was deliberately giving her a hard time. After all, no one drank tea at the dinner table. Even if Logan was weird, she still had to make tea. Since she was working in the service industry, she had to put customers in the first place.

Blanche left the private room. Soon, she brought in a small tea cup and started making tea.

"Mr Larson, you have a very special taste." Louis lit a cigarette and blew a smoke ring.

Logan grunted and laughed. He had a sly look on his face.

"Mr. Herbart, you should see I'm a roughneck. I'm not used to red wine. I might as well have some tea to refresh myself."

A sharp look flashed across Louis' eyes. Then he dropped his eyes to Blanche, who was quietly making tea. He saw that Blanche was wearing a decent professional suit that wrapped around her curvy figure. Then Louis pressed his thumb against the knuckle of his index finger. His eyes suddenly grew deep.

While Blanche was making the tea, she looked pretty good at making it. She used her fingers to briskly pour hot water over the tea cup of the clay pot. Then the aroma of tea wafted out.

Sam looked over at Louis and whispered, "Mr. Herbart, Logan is looking for a beating. He even asked Mrs. Herbart to make tea. Nice try. My fingers are itching. I want to hit him."

"No rush." Louis ordered in a calm voice.

Sam had to hold back his anger. Then he glanced at Logan, who was sitting across from him, and remained still.

"Why haven't you made the tea yet? Hurry up! I'm thirsty." Logan urged Blanche impatiently.

Blanche mentally cursed Logan, but she kept her calm demeanor.

"Just a minute."