Chapter 470

The kind of woman Gareth liked was someone like Sheryl—someone fragile and soft like a delicate little flower that seemed ready to wilt at a touch. Valerie, like Lucinda, was the exact opposite. She was sharp-edged, dangerous, and brimming with hostility. Women like that, in his eyes, deserved to be broken and trained by men. Gareth sneered. "Where's that waitress, Moira?" Valerie replied flatly, "She was injured and sent to the hospital." Gareth asked, "Do you know why she got hurt?" Valerie raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you enlighten me?" Gareth's tone grew arrogant. "Once you walk through this door, you'd better learn your place. Customers are masters, waitresses are slaves. Do you know how a slave is supposed to behave in front of their master?" Right in front of Valerie, Gareth pointed at the floor. "Kneel. That's the highest form of respect a slave can show. If someone so lowly doesn't even understand that much, then they deserve whatever punishment they get." Valerie ca