Revenge Of Domenico Santoro

Chapter 15. A Taste Of His Wrath.

Elena turned to face Paulo with a forced smile. "Sir, I don't think that's proper. I'm just a waitress, and I've done my job," she said politely, as the smile on Paulo's face quickly faded.

"What the hell is this bitch saying? Is she trying to lecture me?" he fired angrily, while Enzo narrowed his gaze at the waitress's head, as if telling her to do her job.

"I'm so sorry, sir. Elena can sometimes be stiff and overly straightforward. She was shocked when a man of your caliber asked her such a favor," she explained nervously, but none of them were fools. Everyone in the room clearly understood what was going on.

"Alright then," Paulo said, his eyes fixed on Elena, whose smiling face had turned to a stern glare. "I'd forgive her if she does what she is told." Paulo's eyes glittered as he watched Elena put up a front, as if he already knew who had the upper hand.

"That bastard. Like father, like son. He's really the true father of that jerk, Carlos," Roberto muttered, still disturbed tha