Gavin Valentine tapped the polished table with his slender fingers, turning to Jenna Roland. "Four bottles of '91 Lafite, and four bottles of Ace of Spades. Pair them with whatever appetizers you recommend."

"Right away." Jenna suppressed her excitement, dipping her head slightly before stepping out.

The moment the door closed behind her, a grin broke across her face.

Four bottles of Lafite at $12,000. Four bottles of Ace of Spades at $8,750. With the snacks and fruit platter, this single order totaled nearly $22,500.

On her first day, she was already one step closer to her sister's surgery fund.

Her phone buzzed. A message from Ethan Roscente:

Need money?

Two simple words sent a chill down her spine. She could almost see his icy glare through the screen.

"Yes. Desperately." She typed quickly and shoved the phone back into her pocket.

The order was too large to carry alone. Manager Patrick Klein noticed and immediately summoned four servers to assist.

"Is that the new girl, Jenna?" Tristan Ashcroft stood at the end of the hallway, eyes narrowed.

Patrick nodded. "VIP Room 888 ordered four Ace of Spades and four Royal Salutes."

Tristan smirked. "$22,500 on her first day. Interesting." His gaze flicked toward the private room. "We should stock some million-dollar bottles."

"Boss, that's—"

"For Mr. Roscente." Tristan cut him off.

When Jenna returned to the room, she was pouring drinks for the guests. Tristan strode in with a polished smile, his eyes darting between Ethan and Jenna.

"Mr. Roscente, it's been too long." He extended a warm greeting.

Ethan didn’t even glance up, his focus locked on Jenna.

Tristan smoothly turned to her. "Make sure Mr. Roscente enjoys his drinks."

"Of course." Jenna lifted a glass and approached Ethan. "A toast, sir."

Ethan took it and drained it in one go, his stare freezing her in place.

Tristan's back grew damp with sweat. "Is... everything to your satisfaction?"

"Why is she here?" Ethan's voice was lethal.

The room fell silent.

Tristan wiped his brow and recounted Jenna’s hiring process in detail.

Ethan listened, fingertips tracing the rim of his glass. "She doesn’t know who I am." He lifted his gaze, sharp as a blade. "If she faces even a hint of disrespect—"

"Understood!" Tristan rushed to assure him. "I’ll treat her like my own sister!"

Only then did Ethan raise his glass in acknowledgment.

Tristan exhaled in relief, mind racing. Who is this girl? The Prince of Los Angeles is personally shielding her.