“Come on, Mom. Let’s go inside,” Marco’s nanny said calmly.

“Oh, I’m not allowed in there, Sir. I’m just wearing slippers. Then my boss will get angry—he’s waiting for me outside.”

Marco’s face suddenly hardened.

“Who made you wait in the heat?”

“Ma’am Stella… is inside.”

Marco grabbed Nanay Loring’s arm.

“Come on, Mom. In my restaurant, you’re the Queen.”

They went inside. Everyone looked up—waiters, staff, and customers—when they saw their boss himself assisting an elderly maid.

Marco took Nanay Loring to the VIP Room, a glass room in the middle of the restaurant that was clearly visible to everyone.

He made her sit on the softest chair.