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What happened?

The guest believes Duangporn stole her diamond earring.

Got it.

I'm wondering what's so special about you.

You've been here two days, and Mr. Kimhan and Mr. Pathawee

are already fighting over you.

You must make a decision, Nubdao.

I'll remind you.

Your decision today is final.

There will be no changing your mind.

Didn't expect you to turn down a personal assistant job for this.

But I prefer working in the front office.

So, you like fixing other people's problems?

You could say that.

My father might not get over

watching his best friend shoot himself right in front of him…

So, between young Mr. Aran and me,

who's more handsome?

It's just a statue,

but everyone's acting like it's life or death.

If Ms. Sasi hadn't intervened,

Mr. Aran's statue would've been destroyed by now.

- Ms. Sanguansri. - Yes?

Was my father really that close with Mr. Aran?

Of course.

They co-founded this hotel together.

But back then, the hotel was in a severe financial crisis.

Mr. Aran couldn't take it anymore, so he took his own life.

The chairman had to carry the burden of saving the company alone.

And he managed to pull through.

But that statue… It's probably a painful reminder for him.

Ms. Sanguansri, tell Nubdao not to get too close to Pathawee.

I don't like it.

I don't like employees getting too close with executives.

I absolutely hate those

who suck up to their bosses.

I'll make sure to warn Nubdao.

I'll also tell her

to keep her distance from you as well.

No need.

I know how to handle employees. I know.

First, he wants me to stop her.

Then he doesn't. What does he want?

This is giving me a headache.

How is your brother doing? Have you spoken to him?

Lately, Kim has been heading to the hotel early every day.

I think he doesn't trust Pathawee and his mother.

Keep an eye on them.

Don't let them funnel all the assets into their pockets.

No matter what,

those things belong to you and your brother,

not those two parasites. Remember that.

But Dad always says the hotel was built with his blood, sweat, and tears.

Twenty-five years ago,

when that hotel was on the verge of bankruptcy,

wasn't I the one who bailed it out?

I sold off our land, our cattle.

I sacrificed everything just to save it.

If it weren't for me, your father wouldn't have anything today.

Don't make me bring it up again.

If Kim finds out about this, he won't let it slide.

Exactly.

So, how do we make sure he finds out?

Now, I must go pray.

Alright.

O divine forces,

by the merit I have accumulated

in this life and the lives before,

I beseech you…

Let Taychit, Sasi,

and their wretched son Pathawee suffer.

Let them know pain, misery,

and despair.

Let them die pitiful, wretched deaths,

worse than stray dogs in the streets,

for what they did to Jitsuda.

Let my prayers be answered.

Many people end up in tears when chopping onions.

Here's a simple fix.

Chewing gum or sucking on a candy while slicing onions

will help reduce irritation.

Since breathing through your mouth

absorbs the sulfur compounds first,

they won't reach your eyes.

This way, you won't end up in tears while chopping onions.

You know this chef?

I've followed his page since he had a hundred followers. Now he has millions.

But no one's ever seen his face.

Mysterious, huh?

I bet he's hot, like a K-drama actor!

What if he's just a shy, nerdy guy who doesn't want anyone to know?

Doesn't matter. One day, I'll find out who he is.

I'm starving!

Namfah, Nubdao, what's for dinner?

I haven't eaten all day.

Eat your "special menu" instead.

Poker chips, betting slips, and gambling debts.

Stuff yourself with that instead of food!

You've spent all the money gambling.

Come on. When will you stop saying this?

I work all day delivering stuff.

A little gambling to spice up life isn't a crime.

Hey!

Where's the food?

Right there.

Where?

That's your snack. Eat up!

Namfah, you little devil!

Namfah.

I'm hungry!

We have eggs, onions, and potatoes.

What should we do?

I have an idea.

It looks weird. What kind of food is this?

You're weird too!

No name. It's my first time cooking this.

First time?

Wait. So, I'm your test subject?

Are you eating it or not? If not, I'll eat it myself.

Wait. I'll eat it.

So sensitive.

Let's try.

This is delicious!

It's not bad at all.

Slow down. No one's taking it from you.

Oh, wow.

If you go on Mawin Fin Furr, you'll be a huge hit and get filthy rich!

That's a famous show.

- It is! - It's top-notch.

You'll get rich.

This is the first time you've ever said something I actually agree with.

Come in.

This is the Executive Summary.

You don't have to go through all these documents.

Just read the Executive Summary.

I've summarized everything for you and highlighted the key points

you need for tomorrow's meeting.

Thanks a lot.

I was drowning in paperwork.

I don't even know if I'll finish reading all this.

Here.

Thank you.

Tomorrow's meeting

is about hiring new staff for various departments,

but I'm sure Mr. Kimhan will oppose it,

especially for the Food and Beverage department.

Food is one of our hotel's selling points,

and the monthly revenue is substantial.

Why would my brother oppose it?

Revenue is high, but that doesn't mean it's profitable.

The Food and Beverage department has high revenue

but consistently incurs losses

due to an inefficient procurement system

and lack of cost control,

leading to excessive expenditure.

So, even if we reduce staff,

it won't solve the root problem?

Exactly.

Until the financial management issues are resolved.

But… will Kim agree?

He may seem stubborn, but when it comes to work,

strong reasoning can change his mind.

Trust me.

Don't stay up too late.

You need to be well-rested

for tomorrow's battle.

Hello. Who is this?

It's me, Nubdao.

Mr. Kimhan?

Did you think it was a scam call?

How can I help you?

I have a meeting at 9 a.m. tomorrow.

I want you to bring my coffee to the main conference room.

Sure,

I'll inform the café staff.

I called you, so you're the one who should take care of it, Nubdao.

What?

I want lungo coffee, ten grams of coffee

per 24-gram shot,

extracted in approximately 35 seconds.

A 120 ml espresso shot

with cream on top,

slightly bitter with a bit of astringency, not too full-bodied.

That's all.

I hope your coffee doesn't disappoint me.

I'll do my best.

See you tomorrow.

I don't agree with hiring more staff at this time.

ANNUAL REPORT

Especially in the Food and Beverage department.

But our department needs more staff.

We've had an increase in restaurant guests since the beginning of the year.

Your department is in the red every month.

Your expenses exceed your revenue almost every month.

If we add more staff, it will only increase costs.

And honestly, the number of employees we already have

is excessive.

Our Food and Beverage department

has consistently generated high sales,

but its losses stem from financial mismanagement.

Cutting staff won't help.

It could even compromise quality.

Interesting.

I think we should address the root cause

by implementing better financial controls.

Fine. I'll let you handle it.

I'm sure everyone is eager to see how our new vice president performs.

Right, everyone?

Excuse me.

Nubdao!

We're in the middle of a meeting.

- Who gave you permission to come in? - I did.

Alright, that's it for today.

You're dismissed.

Lungo coffee,

10 grams of coffee per 24-gram shot,

extracted for 35 seconds,

topped with a 120 ml espresso shot

with a fine crema layer,

slightly bitter with a hint of astringency,

body not too heavy, just as you requested.

Do you know the difference between lungo and Americano?

Lungo is brewed by extracting coffee into hot water,

while Americano is made by adding hot water to espresso.

Not bad.

Have you worked as a barista before?

No, I just listened to a podcast.

Let's see if it's drinkable.

Let's try.

How is it? This is my first time making it.

Good--

I mean, not bad. It's drinkable.

Well, if there's nothing else, I'll get back to work.

Are you free after work today?

I need to discuss something important.

You were right. Strong reasoning did change my brother's mind.

I was just speaking from experience.

Most executives believe in data-driven decisions.

If you hadn't said anything, I'd have thought you could read his mind.

No one can predict what Mr. Kimhan is thinking.

That's true. Even I can't read him.

But today's meeting went smoothly because of you.

No wonder.

You're this good.

That's why my father assigned you to assist me.

This year, we're only allowed to hire one Kitchen Helper.

- Just one? - Yes.

One?

That's ridiculous.

We've been running around with no time to breathe.

We should at least hire two more.

Hey, at least we're not facing layoffs.

I don't want to be unemployed.

Being broke is way scarier.

Well, this is the policy. We have to follow it.

That means this year's selection process

will be tough.

Both a written test and a practical exam.

It's so hard.

It's like taking a university entrance exam.

Who's writing the exam?

You, Maiaek?

Hey, I'm more of a hands-on guy.

Not great with theory.

Not me.

If you're not doing it, then who?

Yeah.

I am.

Mr. Pathawee?

I'll write the test myself.

Go ahead and eat.

Soup tastes best when it's hot.

You called me here for something important. What is it?

I forgot.

- Just eat. - Then, I'll take my leave.

Wait.

Sit down.

Yesterday, I saw you talking to Wee alone.

What was that about?

- I can't say it. - Why not?

Because you ordered me not to.

What did I order?

You told me never to talk about our superiors behind their backs,

good or bad.

Are you mocking me?

Not at all.

You asked, so I answered.

I said I wouldn't do it, and I won't.

But you broke my rule by speaking to Wee alone.

I believe that's not a rule. It's neither policy nor regulation.

If it's my order, then it's a rule.

Understood.

I'll remember that.

Is there anything else that's "important"?

No.

Then I won't keep bothering you.

Enjoy your soup

while it's still hot.

Nubdao, right?

Oh, it's you.

I'm Yada, Mr. Pathawee's secretary.

Nice to meet you.

Likewise. Nice to meet you too.

Are you dating Mr. Kim?

No, he's just my boss. We're not involved in any way.

Not involved?

But you two were having dinner together.

Even a sixth-grader

could tell something's going on.

It's not what you think, I assure you.

If you still don't believe me,

you can ask Mr. Kimhan yourself.

Mind if I join you?

That was your doing, wasn't it?

What are you talking about?

The meeting this morning.

I could see that idea was from you.

It could've been Mr. Wee's plan.

Wee? He's an idiot.

He could never come up with something like that.

You underestimate your brother too much.

I think your brother

has more potential than you give him credit for.

Wee and I have always been rivals.

Helping him

means you're against me.

I may be his secretary,

but that doesn't mean I'm not on your side.

I want to know his secrets.

What's in it for me?

Anything you want.

Deal.

Your vitamins.

Thanks.

Has Pathawee come home yet?

He's staying at his friend's condo. He'll be back tomorrow.

We should find a decent woman for him.

It's time for him to settle down.

Matters of the heart should be left to him.

And what if he ends up with some nobody from the streets?

Where would that leave our family's reputation?

I just hope he doesn't end up like Kimhan. What a disgrace.

Do I need to be like your beloved son?

At least Pathawee

doesn't waste his life

chasing women like you do.

You're disgraceful.

Just like your mother.

It's more like you.

Why am I like this?

Take a look in the mirror.

You'll see who I take after.

Kim!

Mr. Taychit.

Look at him.

Rotten to the core, just like his mother.

Every word out of your mouth is about how terrible my mother was.

What about you?

You're perfect?

Annoying.

Get out of my house!

Don't ever come back!

Those evils.

They want to kick both of you out

so they can enjoy everything for themselves.

Disgusting.

They're really from hell.

They can keep dreaming.

I'll make sure they suffer.

Wait and see

who stays and who goes.

I won't let them take

Mom's land either.

Good.

If your mother weren't too soft-hearted,

that homewrecker

wouldn't have dared to act so high and mighty.

I can't imagine

how much pain Mom endured when she was alive.

If Dad didn't love Mom,

why didn't he just divorce her?

Don't get me started.

He wanted to.

He begged for it.

Sign it.

Please don't leave me and our children.

I'm begging you.

Please.

Don't leave me.

Listen to me.

I don't love you.

Living together

is just suffering.

Let's end this.

Let's go our own way.

Let's end this. Sign it.

Don't you care about our kids?

I don't want them to grow up without a father.

Hey!

Didn't you hear me?

I said I don't love you.

I never did.

I have someone I love.

Let me go, Jitsuda!

Please.

I love you.

Please don't leave me.

Sign it.

- Are you going to sign it or not? - No!

Hey! Are you going to sign it?!

No.

No?

You're not signing?

I said I never loved you.

- What are you doing? - No.

Jitsuda, let go of it.

- Let it go. - I want to die.

Let it go.

What the hell are you doing?

- Jitsuda. - I don't want to live anymore.

Stop. Look at me.

Look at me.

How can you die?

What about your children?

If you die, what happens to them?

Do you know how hard it was for me to carry you for nine months?

To give birth to you? To raise you to this day?

Do you know

how hard it is?

And now,

you're just going to throw your life away because of that bastard?

Don't you think about me at all?

Mom…

Mom…

Cry.

Let it all out.

Cry as much as you need.

Let your tears wash away the pain.

And forget that bastard.

Look what he's done to you.

He's just an idiot.

Just think of it

as throwing a useless bone to a dog.

If not for Sasi, Dad wouldn't be like this.

Your father

was completely bewitched. I don't know what she did to him,

but he let that woman control him.

Your mother lost herself.

She drowned in alcohol, drinking all the time.

That's why I had to take you two in and raise you.

Thank you, Grandma.

If it weren't for you, I don't know where we'd be.

I love you, Grandma.

I know. You two are the only reason

I keep going.

So?

Now that your father has thrown you out like garbage, what's your plan?

The more he pushes me away, the more I want to stay.

Let's see who can endure longer.

They won't enjoy their peace for long.

I'll make sure

karma serves them right.

Yes, Grandma.

- Where is the tenderloin cut located? - Between the rib and the flank.

- Where is panna cotta from? - Italy.

- What type of fish are caviar eggs from? - Sturgeon.

Who invented "Nam Prik Long Ruea"?

Princess Rajawong Sadap.

Correct! Fantastic job, Namfah!

Wow, Namfah!

With this level of preparation,

I'm sure you'll ace it. I'll bet my head on it!

I'm scared that when the real test comes,

I'll be too nervous and forget everything.

Practice makes perfect.

You're great at both theory and practice. You'll be fine.

There are always people better than me.

I don't feel confident at all.

Well, I can't help you much. I can't even fry an egg myself.

Like mother, like daughter.

If your mom knew you were following in her footsteps as a chef,

she'd be so proud.

Mom was a chef?

- Really? Tell me everything right now! - Hey, wait.

Yes, she was. Let go of me before my sarong falls off!

Why did you keep this from us? You never told us.

She was just a chef. It's not like she was the prime minister. What's the big deal?

- Let me go! - Wait, Uncle Pu.

Let's talk about this. Don't go yet.

Tell me eveything.

- There's nothing else to tell! - Tell me.

Tell me, Uncle Pu.

Uncle Pu knows about Mom

but refuses to tell us.

What do you expect from him?

He says one thing today and something else tomorrow.

You can't rely on what he says.

But I believe he was telling the truth.

If Mom were here, she'd be so proud that you want to be a chef like her.

I think she'd be prouder

that she had a daughter as smart and beautiful as you.

Nubdao.

Look up there.

It looks like a face smiling at us.

You're right.

Maybe it's Mom's smile.

WHITE PRISON

Watch out!

Sorry.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Thank you so much.

Alright. Be more careful next time.

Danger is everywhere.

If something happened to you, your parents would be devastated.

Alright.

Thank you again.

Take care.

You owe me a lot of money, Pu.

You cheated me.

Talking trash, huh? Then eat this!

I'll give you one week.

If you don't pay up,

I'll cut off your fingers one by one.

Damn cowards.

All this over a few thousand baht?

I should call the cops and have your whole place shut down.

Huh?

Still as cocky as ever, huh, Pu?

Sis!

I'll handle this.

Well.

It's good to have you back, sis.

Nubdao and Namfah will be so happy

to know their mom's still alive.

No. You can't let them know.

Why not?

You know who my enemy is.

I won't let my children suffer because of me.

Let them believe their mother, Daorueang, is dead.

But they're grown now.

How long will you keep hiding this?

Until I find the evidence and clear my name.

One day,

I'll walk back to them as an innocent woman,

not a convict, like this.

And where are you going to find the evidence?

The place I used to work at.

- Taychit's hotel? - Yes.

No. That's too dangerous.

Taychit has power and money.

How can you fight him?

The truth.

I need your help, Pu. Are you with me?

No.

We made a promise, remember?

If you jump, I jump.

No!

If I fight, you fight too. Have you forgotten that?

- No! - Pu.

Sis, revenge only breeds more revenge.

Then, get ready to say goodbye to your fingers.

Fine. I'll help.

Thank you for choosing Oriental Paradise.

Yes.

Ms. Sanguansri, is there something I can help you with?

VIP guest in Room 1042 wants to change

to a poolside suite. Handle it.

Yes, ma'am.

Also, the guest in Room 709

is gluten-intolerant.

Make sure nothing in their meals contains wheat.

- No mistakes. - Yes, ma'am.

And in the afternoon, we're expecting Japanese VIPs.

Double-check their rooms personally. Don't let them mix with regular guests.

I'll inform the relevant teams immediately.

Alright.

Oh, and when you're done,

go see Mr. Kimhan in his office.

Do you know what it's about?

I really hate nosy people who keep asking things.

Just go up there and find out.

Understood.

Whenever I had free time, I'd come to tidy up,

but this is the best I could do.

- Pu. - Yes?

Break open this cabinet.

What for?

What?

How did I miss this?

There's a fortune back here! Damn it, Pu!

Pu, did you find anything?

Yeah, sis. Found it.

Whose money is this?

Mine.

Come with us.

Wait. Why are you arresting me?

Keep walking.

This way.

No, I'm not going. I didn't do anything wrong.

- Go. - I didn't do anything wrong.

Go.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Captain, here's the evidence.

It's not mine.

- Take her to the station. - It's not mine.

Let's go.

- It's not mine. - Go.

Go.

- Go. - No.

It's not mine.

Go.

Get inside.

Get inside.

If that bastard Taychit hadn't framed you with drugs,

our lives wouldn't have turned into this mess.

Right.

I wouldn't have spent years rotting in prison.

I missed Veha's funeral.

I never even got to say goodbye to him.

I was torn from my kids when they were little.

I suffered so much.

My heart breaks

every time I think of my children.

I kept wondering. Are they eating well?

Are they sleeping alright?

How are they living without me?

Thank you, Pu.

For sacrificing your youth

to take care of my kids.

If it weren't for you, I don't know how they would've survived.

They're my nieces.

Give this to my children.

Ten thousand baht.

Sis! I thought you'd help me too!

What about me?

Sis!

Aran!

Aren't you dead?!

No, Aran!

Mr. Taychit.

Was it a nightmare?

Yes, I dreamt that…

Never mind.

It was just a dream. Nothing more.

Nightmares often come from deep anxiety.

Don't overwork yourself.

Didn't you say that once Pathawee returned, you'd ease up on work?

I can't rest until Pathawee secures the chairman position after me.

And what about Kimhan?

Shouldn't he be the rightful heir?

He is your son, after all.

Is he? Can we really be sure?

I doubt a woman like Jitsuda

was only with me.

You shouldn't accuse her without proof.

Maybe…

what you believe

may not be the truth.

You're too naive.

You can't see through people.

Unlike me,

I've never been wrong about someone.

Jitsuda was just as scheming as her mother.

She was just like her mother.

Like mother, like daughter.

Here's the written test for the new hires. Please take care of it.

Only the top five scorers will move on to the practical exam.

Even though I'm not the one taking the test, I still feel nervous.

And we've got way more applicants this year than usual.

We can only hire one person this time,

so the selection process has to be tougher than ever.

I need the best candidate to join us.

We're expanding our fine dining division.

Yes. I'll make sure everything is fair and transparent.

- I'll take my leave now. - Go ahead.

Ms. Yada, please come to my office.

Hello!

Mr. Lay!

I was just thinking about you.

I know. That's why I came.

Starting tomorrow, you'll be working for me.

I already told you,

I prefer working in the front office rather than doing secretarial tasks.

Who said anything about making you my secretary?

Then why am I being transferred to work under you?

The front office is the heart of our hotel.

It's responsible for guest relations,

internal coordination,

and, most importantly, it generates the highest revenue.

Okay, and?

This department is crucial. I need to…

keep a close eye on things, right?

But you already get reports from Ms. Sanguansri.

It's not the same.

She oversees overall operations. You need to handle the finer details

and report directly to me.

Think of it as a personal liaison role or something.

That's an actual job title?

You'll still be in the front office. But you'll be reporting to me.

I assume you don't have any objections?

Doesn't matter whether you agree or not.

You have to follow my orders either way.

See you tomorrow.

Why did you send me this?

I'm starting to think Mr. Pathawee

and his so-called "friend" Talay

are up to something suspicious.

Take a deep breath. Don't focus on competing with others.

Just beat your own limits

Alright, everyone. Begin the written exam.

Nubdao, do you know who set the exam questions?

I did.

I know you're all worried, but what do you want me to do?

Some internet trolls are spreading lies.

I think we should hold a press conference

to clear things up.

We need to confirm that Mr. Aran's death

was a suicide, not a murder.

I didn't expect this to be all the vice president could think of.

Subtitle translation by: Panuwat Baikeawon