"Hope your sick ex-boyfriend isn't bothering you again?" Henry inquired, concern filled in his voice. His brows furrowed, searching for any sign of distress on her face. He genuinely cared for her well-being, especially at the thought of her being troubled by her ex-boyfriend. She shook her head, a flicker of frustration crossing her features. "I have no idea what he's up to now," she replied, as they stepped out of the car. A soft sigh escaped Henry's lips after hearing her. After locking his vehicle, his gaze wandered, scanning the surroundings absentmindedly, until it fell upon a familiar car parked just a few spaces away from his own.His brows creased as he gazed away, trying to recall where he had seen it before. After a while, he ignored it and proceeded into the restaurant, quickening his pace, leaving Irene behind.Once they were both seated, Henry's eyes glanced around, searching for a waitress to come take their order.He noticed the waitress and raised his hands to call h

Looking at Henry, Irene decided to test the waters. "He is wearing a wristwatch worth a million dollars, okay? So don't just frown your face," Irene remarked. She clicked her tongue and couldn't help but break into a playful chuckle."Are you mocking me?" Henry asked with a straight face, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth."No, Henry, I'm not mocking you," Irene replied, her laughter bubbling up. "You just have the pride of a wealthy man, even though you're not one. But hey, I must admit, you have good connections, and I admire that," she explained, chuckling. She averted her gaze away, before quickly focusing on him again, searching his face for any unusual expression.Pride of a rich man? Why not? Henry thought to himself. He couldn't help but find Irene's teasing a bit amusing. After all, he was wealthy beyond imagination. The combined net worth of all the rich men in the restaurant couldn't even come close to his own fortune. It was so funny for Irene to think other

As Irene looked visibly surprised by Clara's words, Henry couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment. A flush creeped up his neck and inside, his mind whirled with embarrassment and anger.He became aware that the wealthy customers dining around them had overheard all the insults hurled at him. Although they laughed briefly, they soon returned to their own conversations, focusing on their meals. However, Henry caught snippets of their whispered remarks about him.Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the two wealthy businessmen watching with poorly concealed amusement."Then what the fuck is he doing in this expensive restaurant?" one said with a sneer. "Just to impress his girl?" He took a sip of his exorbitantly expensive red wine, which cost around five hundred thousand dollars.His companion laughed uproariously. "Didn't you see their meal? Even my dog's dinner is more expensive than theirs. What a cheap man!" The other chimed in, and they burst into a round of laughter.He

The security guard, his uniform crisp and badge gleaming, was walking away from the gate. He mistakenly collided with Henry, jostling him off balance. Henry winced, a faint grimace etching across his face. "Oh, sorry, young man," the security guard's pupils lifted in concern as he helped Henry up.Henry dismissed the pain with a subtle shake of his head, covering his discomfort."Never mind," Henry waved his hands. "Uhm, excuse me, I realized I left my phone behind when I entered the premises. Is there any chance I could see my phone and take it back?" Henry's heart was beating really fast, and he could hear it pounding in his ears. He felt a strong rush of anxiety, like a tight grip on him, because he was afraid he might lose the phone.The security guard's gaze dropped, momentarily scanning Henry's overall look from head to toe. "You came in here for a meal?" The question caught Henry off guard, confusion clouding his features, but he answered with a response."Yes sir, I did bu

Henry's eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of Clifford standing beside the so-called manager. His eyebrows knitted together, forming a deep furrow above his gaze. What was he doing with him? "Cliff, what are you doing here?" Henry asked, confusion evident in his tone."I was just having an interesting discussion with Mr. Lauren here," Clifford added after a pause. Henry's gaze darted back and forth between Clifford and the manager, searching for an explanation. The manager, Lauren, too, wore a puzzled look, his brows raised inquisitively and head tilted slightly to the side as he scanned Henry from head to toe.Clifford, seeing the confusion that was brewing between them, reacted swiftly by bowing his head, his posture inclined forward in respect to Henry. "Young mas…." Clifford began.As he was about to complete his statement, Lur, the waitress, burst into the office, hastily pressing her body forward. "Sir!" She called out loud.The sudden entry caught everyone's attent