"Wait!" Theodore ordered.


    The manager, sensing the ominous undertones in his voice, knew that this encounter with Theodore was destined for a disastrous end. With a subtle nod, he signaled a nearby waiter, who discreetly slipped away to call for reinforcements. Theodore, after all, was here on a mission - to ensure the safety and well-being of his beloved. Any additionalplications could prove to be costly.Theodore''s gaze followed the retreating waiter, his mind already formting a n to expose the mastermind behind this hotel''s tant disregard for thew.


    Before long, security ushered two waitstaff members into his presence. They were out of uniform, their attire suggesting a hasty return to work.


    The manager''s face fell at the sight of them. ''Could these two be the culprits Theodore was seeking? It appeared he hade well-prepared,'' the manager mused.Breaking the silence, he asked, "What transgressions have theymitted? If they have caused you any offense, allow me to administer the punishment."


    Theodore''s response was swift and resolute, "I''ll handle this personally." His gaze, sharp and prating, fell upon the two waitstaff. "Who ordered you to tamper with the drinks?" His suspicion was directed towards the beverages, having noted the untouched food on the table that day.


    The pair exchanged a nervous nce, fear mirrored in their eyes. They had sensed trouble brewing when the ck-d guards apprehended them. Now, confronted with the formidable Theodore, they stuttered, "We don''t understand what you''re saying."


    Theodore''s gaze turned icy. "Is that so? It seems I''ll have to resort to more persuasive methods to extract the truth." With a nod to Lawton, he signaled for the interrogation tomence.Lawton stepped forward, delivering a swift, brutal kick to the male waiter''s chest, nearly sending him sprawling. The ruthless questioning continued, and under the relentless pressure, the truth finally surfaced.


    Driven to desperation, the male waiter had no choice but to capitte. Despite the searing pain, he confessed, clinging to a faint hope of mercy. "Thompson is a habitual offender, he has a history of resorting to such tactics."The male waiter''s tear-choked plea for forgiveness reverberated through the room. Yet, Theodore''s expression remained as cold and unyielding as ever.


    "Where did you get the drugs?" he demanded.


    "Thompson provided them. He has connections that can acquire such substances," the male waiter stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "I had no choice. My mother was sick, and I needed money for her treatment. I didn''t want to be a part of it, but I was left with no other option."


    Theodore''s eyes narrowed. "You should have thought about the consequences before getting involved." The male waiter''s face was filled with fear. "Please spare me, Theodore. I was forced into this situation."