Marcella

“Welcome, Sir.” All the staff quickly stopped what they were doing and greeted Miguel, Carl, and Blake, knowing who they were.

The security guard moved closer to Miguel and decided to explain, “Sir, this loser came…”

Before he could finish his statement, Miguel sent a hot slap across his cheeks, making his lips blend.

“How dare you call him a loser? Do you have a death wish?” Miguel asked, baffled.

Blake scoffed in disbelief, “How did you cope with all this insult for three years?”

Max smirked, putting on a fake smile, “Ryan is right. I was desperate to win the challenge.”

“I wonder what this stupid challenge even is,” Ryan mumbled to himself.

The cashier stepped out of her seat and quickly adjusted her lipstick before moving closer to Miguel.

She shut out her chest, gently caressing Miguel's body.

“Sir, you don't have to stress your handsome self because of these low class men. Sincerely, this man is a broke ass who has tried to scam us before but horribly failed…”

Miguel