After the restaurant had emptied of its last customers, Leonel lit another cigarette.
The observant manager noticed Leonelâs somber mood and approached him with a friendly demeanor.
âMr.
Douglas, is there anything wrong we did?â
Leonel continued smoking calmly.
In a low tone, he replied, âItâs a personal matter.
â
After his response, he extinguished the cigarette and headed towards the restaurantâs kitchen, which had a passage leading to the changing room.
True to Leonelâs expectations, Ryan was in the midst of changing.
As he buttoned up his shirt, Ryanâs gaze frequently drifted to his phone, seemingly waiting for a response.
Leonelâs voice was detached as he remarked, âWaiting for a response from my wife, are you?â
Ryan was stunned.
After a moment, he inquired softly, âMr.
Douglas, how did you figure it out? Did Miss Fowler mention it to you?â
Leonel shut the door gently and leaned against it.
He watched the young man in silence.
Ryan appeared calm and composed, but a hint of impatience flickered in his clear eyes.
That was why he was bold enough to overstep boundaries.
âPlease refer to her as Mrs.
Douglas.
Itâs not that my wife informed me, but rather your intentions were too clear to miss.
However, I assure you, she wonât be responding to you.
â
âIs that so? Coming all the way here suggests youâre not quite sure of yourself,â Ryan challenged.
Leonel couldnât help but laugh.
He approached Ryan and grabbed him by the collar with a sneer.
âWhat do you really know? Do you think you know her well enough to make a move on her? Let me tell you, she wouldnât normally even glance at a guy like you.
The only reason sheâs aware of you is because youâre a complete failure.
â
Ryan was left speechless by this.
Leonel then released him and pushed him back against a locker.
As he straightened his clothes, Leonelâs voice grew even colder.
âEver heard of Marcus Fowler? Heâs my wifeâs younger brother, the newly appointed CEO of Fowler Group.
â
Ryan was familiar with the name.
He knew Marcus was an immensely wealthy man, commanding a fortune in the trillions of dollars.
Ryan was puzzled, unsure of how this related to him.
With a mocking tone, Leonel asked, âMelissa is your girlfriend, isnât she? Marcus has taken a liking to her⦠Think about it, Ryan, where do you think your medical expenses come from? Melissa traded her emotions for that money.
Have you repaid her? And yet, here you are, trying to charm a wealthy woman.
Do you even have the right? Are you fully recovered? Even if a wealthy woman did show interest in you, could you really satisfy her needs?â
Ryanâs face turned pale.