Legitimate Heir Of The Hunt Family

Getting Framed At Work

With calm composure, Jeffrey walked out of the building's exit and approached the vehicle parked by the driveway, clutching a box in his hand.

Daystarr Hotel, the elegant establishment where he currently worked, exuded an aura of exclusivity, catering to the affluent and high-status clientele. It had long been Jeffrey's aspiration to dine there himself, but for now, he found satisfaction in his role as a waiter, serving the discerning guests who frequented the hotel's luxurious halls.

The structure, with its harmonious blend of simplicity and elegance, towered ten stories high, a striking sight amidst the neighboring buildings.

After exchanging polite greetings with the person waiting in the vehicle, Jeffrey carefully placed the box inside and bid farewell with a nod and a smile. With a swift departure, the individual drove off, leaving Jeffrey standing there, the hum of the city filling the air around him.

As he turned to make his way back into the building, Jeffrey caught sight of a luxury vehicle approaching. As it drew nearer, he identified it as a Mercedes Benz GLE63s AMG and sighed.

This particular car was a common sight, but there was only one with a distinctive black and silver color scheme. It belonged to an individual Jeffrey preferred to avoid getting involved with.

Jeffrey, determined to steer clear of any involvement with the owner of the vehicle, hastened his steps as he made his way into the building, his mind racing with thoughts of avoidance.

Just as he arrived at the entrance, a door entirely made of glass, Jeffrey spotted the individuals emerging from the vehicle and paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on them. His pulse quickened, and a sense of unease crept over him as he contemplated the possibility of an encounter he'd rather avoid.

A frown creased Jeffrey's brow as he noticed the woman stepping out of the front seat, her hand entwined with the very person he was doing his utmost to avoid. His heart sank as he watched them, the tension in his chest growing palpable.

Despite the pang of discomfort, Jeffrey forged ahead, his steps quickening as he recalled why he needed to distance himself. Ignoring the calls of his name echoing behind him, he pushed through the glass entrance of the building, the sound of his own heartbeat drowning out all else.

The first floor of the hotel boasted a luxurious restaurant, offering a variety of gourmet meals, while the second floor doubled as an events center and a high-end cinema.

As the guests Jeffrey had been avoiding finally entered the hotel, they were greeted by both the guards and workers present, all aware of the male's identity. Despite his average height, he possessed striking good looks, with light brown eyes and deep brown hair. Dressed in a three-piece navy blue suit with silver stripes, he held hands with the female beside him, exuding an air of confidence and refinement.

The female accompanying him was a beauty worth more than a second glance. Her scarlet red hair matched the rosy gown that stopped just below her knees, while her black eyes were as deep as her heels. Her cherry-red lips added to her allure, but despite her striking appearance, she received the same respect as the male figure because she was merely visiting with him.

Inside, the atmosphere exuded luxury, with exquisite chairs and tables arranged so beautifully that the male, who appeared to be of similar age to Jeffrey, couldn't help but smile. "No matter how many times I visit this place, I can't seem to get used to it," he remarked, his voice filled with admiration.

Two figures quickly made their way to the guests who were standing and looking around. One was a round man of average height, with a fluffy white beard and a white cap that signified his status as the chef. His warm smile spoke of years spent mastering culinary arts. The other was a large figure, imposing in his three-piece suit and dark shades, exuding an air of authority. He led the security unit with a confident stride.

The chef and the security head respectfully bowed to the young man. "Welcome, Young Master Jamie," the head of security spoke first, his tone deferential. "Your father never informed us of your visit."

"That's because I'm not here on his orders. I'm here to spend a lovely day with my lovely date after just writing the final paper for the semester," Jamie replied with a smile, his tone light and casual.

He seemed to have a very good relationship with them. How could he not? After all, his father was the CEO of Daystarr Hotel, and Jamie himself was a familiar face around the premises.

"Haha... Is that so?" The security guard chuckled, exchanging a knowing nod with the other guards stationed nearby. His gesture conveyed the message to watch out for the boss's son, and they immediately understood.

"We'll do our very best to make sure you have a great date. Whatever you want, just name it, and we'll have it prepared," the chief cook added with a warm smile, eager to ensure Young Master Jamie's visit was nothing short of exceptional.

At that moment, Jeffrey happened to be walking past them, a tray of elegantly plated meals balanced in his hands as he made his way to another guest's table.

Though he attempted to blend into the background and take advantage of the timing, the female's keen gaze caught him. With a subtle tug on Jamie's arm, she leaned in and whispered something to him, her eyes briefly meeting Jeffrey's before turning back to Jamie.

"Oh!" Jamie smiled and turned to the chief cook. "Pardon, but we'll be needing a private waiter. One chosen by my date."

Jeffrey, who had just walked past them, felt his heartbeat quicken by the second.

The middle-aged man could already sense something amiss, but he refrained from saying anything that might jeopardize his position.

Instead, he smiled, his expression a mask of politeness. "And who might that be?" Even though he already knew who she would pick, he still asked out of courtesy, his eyes flickering towards Jeffrey for a moment.

"Hey!" Jamie's voice cut through the air, calling out to the waiter who had just walked past them, his tone friendly but commanding, demanding the waiter's attention.

Jeffrey's steps faltered, his heart pounding in his chest, as he turned towards the caller. He was dressed impeccably in a black and white shirt, the black bow tie adding a touch of elegance to his attire.

His eyes, resembling blue crystal orbs, met the gaze of the speaker, his hand unconsciously finding its way to his chest in a nervous gesture.

"Yes! You!" The caller's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction, their nod indicating Jamie's displeasure. However, tension hung in the air, signaling that it was still too early for any confrontation.

Jamie then turned to his date. "Him, right?" He asked with a warm smile.

As if just noticing her, Jeffrey warmly greeted her with the tray still in his hands. "Hello there, Emilia. I didn't know it was you."

Instead of responding to his greetings, she turned to Jamie and nodded. "Yeah, he'll do." The warmth in her voice contrasted sharply with her indifference towards Jeffrey.

Jeffrey frowned, but just as quickly as he frowned, he forced a smile back onto his face.

"One sec!" he pleaded, and quickly went on to deliver the tray in his hand to the guest who'd placed the order. Despite his disappointment, he maintained his professional demeanor, determined not to let his personal feelings interfere with his duties.

He quickly returned, the weight of disappointment heavy on his shoulders, and found that Jamie and Emilia had already found a place to sit.

It was the very table at the center of the room, surrounded by an aura of prestige and opulence. Jeffrey's heart sank as he observed the scene unfolding before him, the anticipation of trouble tingling in the air.

"Sorry to keep you both waiting, how may I help you?" Jeffrey did his best to maintain his professional demeanor as a waiter, putting aside the bad history between him and the lady called Emilia, who obviously held grudges against him.

Emilia remained silent, her demeanor cold, but Jamie didn't seem bothered by such trivial matters. "I'll have the Smoked Salmon with Horseradish cream, served with lentil pilaf and chocolate lava cakes," he said, his tone casual as he placed his order.

It was a rather overlooked dish mix on the menu, but Jeffrey quickly attended to it, taking the request to the chief cook immediately.

Wasting no time, he returned with a trolley where the dishes were arranged elegantly.

Gently, he placed them on the table, ensuring each dish was positioned just right. With some final words, "Enjoy your meal," he left them alone, giving them space to dine in peace.

Minutes later, Jeffrey stood frozen in front of a furious Jamie. The air crackled with tension as Jamie's rage filled the room like a storm, his eyes blazing with fury, his voice a thunderous roar that echoed off the walls.

"How dare you try to poison my food?!" Jamie's words cut through the air like a knife, each syllable dripping with venom.

Before Jeffrey could utter a word, he felt himself seized by the collar, his body shaken violently as Jamie's grip tightened like a vice. The room seemed to spin as Jamie repeated his question in a more menacing and threatening tone, his anger palpable, like the rumbling of a volcano on the brink of eruption.

A hot slap landed on Jeffrey's cheek, the sharp sting reverberating through his entire being. Before he could react, another blow greeted him on the same spot, intensifying the pain.

Jeffrey was about to retaliate when he caught a glimpse of Emilia's reaction to the whole scenario.

One thing was clear: she was the cause! Her expression revealed a twisted satisfaction, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of her lips, confirming Jeffrey's suspicions.