Chapter 1284

The waitress asked him cautiously, “Please… may I ask why you called me up here? Do you have any orders?”

Matthew smirked wickedly and said, “What are you afraid of? Just come up and let the woman next to you pat you down; don’t worry, you won’t miss out on the tip.”

“Okay… okay.”

The waitress never dared to look up at him.

Matthew spoke to her in a relatively gentle tone.

It was this gentleness that seemed to provoke Kimberly.

She glared fiercely at Matthew.

She probably thought to herself in a very unbalanced way, “Why is it that Matthew can speak gently to a waiter, but only use harsh words to insult her?”

I have known Kimberly for so many years, and I gradually realized that Kimberly doesn’t really love Reynaldo.

What she wanted was for all the men in the world to love her, for all the men in the world to revolve around her.

She was like a disease in her heart; whatever others had, she had to snatch it away. She was unable to see others happy and content.

In a moment of distraction, the waitress had already walked up to me.

She said to me respectfully, “Ms. Duffy, I… I’m sorry, it was the gentleman who asked me to search you.”

She finished speaking and then tremblingly pointed at Matthew.

It was obvious that she was really afraid of Matthew.

Also, Matthew was originally burly in stature; although his face was handsome, with deep and three-dimensional features, the hostility and murderous aura on his body were particularly strong. Just looking at him was indeed a bit scary.

No wonder when I was in Yoripero before, when I heard others mention him, they all called him the “living Yama.”

That temperament really looks like a Yama.

Seeing the waitress trembling, I whispered to her, “It’s okay, you can search.”

The waitress nodded at me and then reached out her hand tremblingly to feel around on my body.

Matthew smiled, blowing smoke rings, and said, “You better search carefully. If anything is missed, I’ll have to find someone to chop off your hands. After all, things that are useless are just extra when kept.”

The waitress’s hand trembled visibly in fear.

Matthew was still laughing there, speaking of bloody tortures in a casual tone.

The waitress was on the verge of crying because of him.

I couldn’t help but say to Matthew, “Do you really need to scare her like that? She’s just a co-worker.”

“You obediently keep your mouth shut, and she will naturally search you carefully.”

Matthew sneered at me and said, “I didn’t expect Ms. Duffy to be such a kind-hearted person.”

I ignored him and just opened my arms to make it easier for the waiter to frisk me.

As she searched through it bit by bit, my heart started to tighten.

Matthew kept warning the waitress, “You must search carefully. Every possible place must be searched, not a single one can be missed. If you miss one place, I will chop off one of your fingers.”

In the end, Matthew said it lightly, but the waitress’s mentality almost collapsed, and a few tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

She trembled and fumbled all over me, right under Matthew’s nose. She did search very carefully, even more carefully than his bodyguard searched Kimberly.

Oh no, if she searched so carefully, it would be strange if my recorder in my ear wasn’t found.

Just then, the waitress leaned over to my ear.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest.

No, don’t panic!

Until the last moment, you must not panic!