"So there's a mini-bar here? I didn't know that."
Iala was rather surprised. Though it had only been a month since she began working here with Roland, she deemed herself a know-it-all who was familiar with working in Stifling Night.
She had not dared enter the VVIP room and did not know that the room had such a unique design.
"I… I just discovered this too." Carla tried to suppress her panic and sneaked a nervous glance at Zayn.
Zayn was still on his phone. It seemed that there were some bad news, and his face looked grim.It had been about half a month since she last saw him. He seems to have lost some weight…
"You have sharp eyes. Alright, do the preparations. I'll open the red wine, " Iala replied.
"Okay." Carla took out two buckets of ice and placed them down.
On the other hand, Iala had opened the red wine and was about to pour some into the decanter.
Carla instinctively stopped her and said, "Hold on. The wine will taste better if you chill the decanter with some ice first."
"Is that so?" Iala asked, keeping her voice low.
"Yes." Benard came over, eyeing Carla from head to toe. She has a very good figure, but this uniform? This costume is a bit much…
"Let her handle this." Benard gestured.
And so, Iala handed over the red wine and the decanter to Carla.
Kneeling down, Carla began decanting the wine. She placed a few ice cubes into the decanter and gave it a light shake.
She was twirling the ice cubes throughout the decanter, but she was so graceful that there were no unpleasant noises made at all.
After about a minute or so, she poured away the ice cubes in the decanter and poured the red wine into the decanter from its edge.
Lastly, she used a lighter to blast a small flame on Zayn's wine glass before swirling some ice cubes in it.
Every step that she carried out seemed smooth and confident.
"You're pretty skillful. Where did you learn this from?" Benard was still feeling baffled.
"I learned this from the internet, " Carla replied, pinching her voice to hide her identity.
Zayn briefly glanced at her before looking back at his phone.
It was obvious that he did not recognize her.
Her short-lived eye contact with Zayn gave her mixed feelings. While she was relieved that she managed to keep her identity hidden, she was a little disappointed that he could no longer sense her presence when it had only been weeks since they parted.
Back at Fairytale Land, he had spotted her straight away even though she had worn oversized clothes and covered herself from head to toe.
It seems like he has forgotten me, now that he's with Shelley…
"You may take your leave, " Benard told the two of them, knowing that Zayn preferred a quiet environment with privacy.
Iala gave a ninety-degree bow and retreated as she left the room.
Carla followed suit.
"How is it? Are the problems severe" Benard asked carefully.
"There shouldn't have been any problems at all. Somebody must have messed with the programming of our products, " Zayn said, his brows furrowing deeper.
"Brandy is on it. He'll see to the bottom of the situation soon enough."
Seeing that it was good timing to hand him the wine, Benard passed Zayn's wine glass to him.
Zayn took a sip and raised his eyebrows. "This tastes pretty good!" He remarked.
"I was quite surprised that the promoter knew how to do pretty decent decanting."
"Maybe she wasn't just a promoter, " Zayn said: What? Why?" Benard blinked.
"Few would know about that mini-bar over there… " Zayn uttered and then froze as if something had struck him. Looking at Benard, he said, "Call the promoter in!"
"Yes!" Benard swiftly left the room to find Iala.
"What's going on? Did she do something wrong?" Iala asked anxiously.
"No. She's very good at decanting. I want her to serve the wine." Benard made up an excuse.
"Right, right. I'll go get her this instant. She's probably in another serving area right now. It might take me a while to find her…" Iala replied politely with her head low.
"Do it as quickly as you can."
"Got it."
As Zayn swirled his wine glass with an oddly impassive expression on his face, Benard said softly, "It can't be Miss Wigston, can it? You just gave her two million not too long ago. She wouldn't be sinking this low to be working here, right?"
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