Luke's POV
My expression blanched but I covered it up the next second with a smile as I scrumpled the paper in my hand and gave it to the waitress.
“A cup of juice will be nice.”
The waitress didn't bat an eye at the scrumpled paper or even show a bit of curiosity regarding the message passed. For her to work in the highest level, it showed that she had been through very rigorous training and had the simple knowledge that some things are not meant to be seen.
If she so much as glanced at the content of the paper, then, well I didn't know the protocol here. But I understood the restaurant kept its reputation due to their stellar service and privacy.
My mind churned with ideas as I tried to think of what next. I thought I had the upper hand but I just realised that my father was alway
