Ethan Carter originally thought that anyone who could book out the entire Mingyue Entertainment Club must be quite a character. But upon closer inspection, he was even more astonished—this William Smith, whoever he was, must be a big shot, as all the guests he invited were prominent figures in society, many of whom were regulars on television.

Moreover, this William Smith was extremely generous. The fruit platters and other dishes on the tables were all top-notch, and even the red wine was the kind that cost tens of thousands per bottle, making Ethan Carter secretly click his tongue in amazement.

Of course, Ethan Carter wasn’t idle either. Although he somewhat regretted wearing a waiter’s uniform and not being able to fully enjoy the delicacies, he took the opportunity to pull a few tricks while pouring wine and arranging platters. For example, when he poured wine for a tycoon in a designer suit and diamond watch, the tycoon’s wallet “accidentally” ended up in his own pocket; or when he served a platter to a noble lady wearing a pearl necklace, her jewelry mysteriously vanished, and so on...

Naturally, Ethan Carter didn’t dare go too far. After all, his main target was that wedding ring. If he got caught now, it would be a disaster. Even so, since all the wedding guests were high society, their belongings were certainly valuable, and he still made quite a haul.

“Brian Bolton!”

Ethan Carter was darting around the luxurious hall when his sharp eyes suddenly spotted a familiar face.

Brian Bolton had been Ethan Carter’s class monitor in college—not only was he good-looking and a great basketball player, but most importantly, he had a wealthy father. Brian Bolton’s father, David Bolton, was the chairman of the famous Longhua Group in H City, an absolute big shot. He and Ethan Carter were two completely different types of people. Of course, he had always looked down on people like Ethan Carter.

Brian Bolton clearly saw Ethan Carter as well, and couldn’t help but curl his lips into a mocking smile as he walked over and said, “Little Ethan, I never expected to run into you here.”

Ethan Carter was preoccupied and had no time to reminisce with an old classmate. He replied briefly and tried to leave, but Brian Bolton downed the red wine in his glass in one gulp, then handed the glass to him, squinting and smiling, “Little Ethan, if you’re going to be a waiter, do it well. There’s no such thing as a lowly profession. As the saying goes, ‘In every trade, a master appears.’”

Back in college, Brian Bolton had always maintained a refined and courteous image, so Ethan Carter’s impression of him had been neither good nor bad. But now, with Brian Bolton’s true colors revealed, Ethan Carter couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust.

But for the sake of his mission, he had to endure it.

Ethan Carter’s face turned a bit awkward, and he could only reply, embarrassed, “I’m not a waiter.”

Upon hearing this, Brian Bolton feigned surprise and said, “So you’re just interning here? I know the manager here. I’ll talk to him and help you get a permanent position.”

In a large entertainment club like Mingyue, employees were divided into interns and full-time staff.

Seeing Ethan Carter’s face grow even darker, Brian Bolton patted him on the shoulder and laughed, “Don’t worry, leave it to me. Soon you’ll be a full-time employee here. No need to thank me—we’re old classmates, after all.”

After all, they had been classmates, so Brian Bolton didn’t want to go too far. Anyway, someone like Ethan Carter, living at the bottom of society, would never cross paths with him again.

Ethan Carter was instantly furious. Brian Bolton was clearly looking down on him, but instead of saying it outright, he was being all roundabout, which was even more infuriating. Although he was angry, there was nothing he could say—what, was he supposed to admit he wasn’t a waiter, but a pickpocket?

Ethan Carter snorted coldly and turned to leave, leaving Brian Bolton standing there dumbfounded. He had thought that, given his own status, Ethan Carter would be happy to have a friend like him, but he hadn’t expected this reaction, which left him fuming inside.

After this little episode, Ethan Carter had no mood to look for other targets. He focused solely on waiting for William Smith to arrive so he could finish his task as soon as possible.

“Guohua is here, Guohua is here!”

A tall, handsome man in a white wedding suit walked out from inside, and the room suddenly erupted in excitement. Ethan Carter’s eyes lit up at once.

This was a Western-style wedding, so the groom had to propose to the bride and then put the ring on her finger. That meant the wedding ring should still be in William Smith’s possession.

Ethan Carter looked over at William Smith and noticed that his jacket pocket was bulging, as if something was inside—most likely the wedding ring.

“The wedding ring is in the ring box, and the ring box is in his pocket. How am I supposed to steal the ring?” Ethan Carter frowned deeply. Although he was in good shape now, two fists couldn’t beat four hands. With so many people here, snatching it by force was out of the question, and he couldn’t use his psychic powers to take the ring in front of everyone.

At that moment, William Smith began toasting the guests, including Brian Bolton. Seeing Ethan Carter standing there in a daze, and still annoyed about earlier, Brian Bolton decided to humiliate him and pointed straight at Ethan Carter, saying, “You, come pour the wine!”

Ethan Carter was startled, but when he heard Brian Bolton call him over to pour wine, his eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly grabbed a bottle of wine and walked over—but instead of pouring, he dumped the entire bottle right onto William Smith.