Chapter 2 Miguels Return (Part Two) (2/2)

Leena couldn't understand why they were so fond of singing. She had already planned to go home, but today, another supervisor took a day off. Lewis Liu assigned her to the group, so she had to work overtime.

In the middle of a song, they were already causing an upstart. The waiters, being intimidated by the rowdy group, called in Leena to settle it down.

Mr. Lu, one of the guests who knew her well, walked out of the room where she was about to go in. ”I'm telling you, you don't have to worry about them. Just keep an eye for the one in the middle. As long as he speaks, no one's going to say a word. Address him as Mr. Miguel.”

The man was tall. He looked as if he was around his mid-twenties. However, his presence was made known to all of them. Even as he sat there, he stood out from the rest.

”He heard that there is a competent supervisor here and how she isn't afraid of any trouble makers. He wants to meet her.” Leena smiled.

”I'm here, Mr. Miguel.” She strutted into the room.

'Clap!'

The second the ”Mr. Miguel” raised his head and glanced at Leena, time seemed to stop. His smile was so charming that it stunned her and all the waitresses.

It was said that these gangsters were from rich families, but nobody had seen such a handsome one among the group before.

The moment she laid her eyes on him, her mind immediately flashed back to all the memories that she struggled to keep hidden. The military compound, the next door neighbor, her childhood playmate – all of the memories came rushing in. 'Miguel!' She had wanted to say, but she didn't cry out. Instead, she gazed at him.

He used to be the one she cherished the most. How could she forget him? Leena didn't know whether Miguel reciprocated her feelings or not, but their relationship was destined to fail because of her father and her need to move houses.

For a moment, Miguel's gaze rested on Leena. Although they had grown up, she still recognized him.

Pretending to be calm, she let a smile slip into her lips. ”Nice to meet you, Mr. Miguel. I'm the director of this hotel. You can call me Miss Yang.” ”Your surname's Yang?”

he asked. The smile on her face froze,

as she stared at him intently.

All of a sudden, Miguel patted the seat next to him. As soon as she came over, he stretched his hand to hold her face, bringing it close to him. ”I feel like I know you from somewhere.”