Chapter 125

Inside the pizza café, in front of all the people eating, drinking, and looking at the incident.

"Oops, sorry," Damian said, laughing. "My hand slipped."

I took a deep breath and glanced at the clock on the wall; only three more minutes remained before I could end my shift.

"It's okay," I said politely as I moved to clean it up. "I'll take care of it."

Just as I bent down to pick up the soup bowl, Damian carelessly dropped another bowl of soup on my head, chuckling, "Oops, sorry waiter, it slipped from my hand again."

"It's okay," I replied calmly.

When the next shift part-time worker arrived to help clean up, I headed to the back of the café, took a wash, and changed my clothes.

After slipping into my usual attire, I exited through the back door and then re-entered the café through the front door.

The part-time worker looked up in surprise. "Anything left?" he asked.

"No, I'm a customer now. Please give me the menu," I responded. He handed me a menu, and I ordered two bowls of chicke
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