From Doormat to Tycoon: The Rise of the Useless Husband

Chapter 4

Damon stood still, his sharp eyes locked onto Tessa. She smirked in satisfaction, her gaze filled with arrogance. Around them, whispers floated through the air.

But Damon wasn’t interested in giving Tessa the reaction she wanted. He had no intention of arguing with her. He simply reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

The call barely rang before a voice answered.

“Hello, Boss?” Anthony’s voice carried a hint of surprise as if he hadn’t expected a call from Damon at this moment.

Damon’s tone was cold. “ I’m outside Luxea. But the staff seem to think I'm not qualified to enter.“

There was a brief pause. Then Anthony’s voice came back, now laced with panic. “Who dared to stop you! I’ll handle it immediately!”

Before Damon could respond, Tessa let out a loud, exaggerated laugh.

Heads turned. The sound of her laughter echoed, drawing more attention to the scene.

“Oh, are you calling for help, Damon?” she mocked, crossing her arms as she shook her head. “Are you pretending to be important again? You think making fake calls will change anything? You’re just a worthless man, a gold digger, a parasite! I should expose you for who you really are.”

She took a step closer, her voice dripping with disdain. “My daughter fed you, clothed you, and took care of you for years while you brought nothing to the table. And what did you do in return? Nothing! You’re still the same useless man, pretending to be someone important.”

The security guards, hearing Tessa’s words, exchanged glances. They straightened their postures, now fully convinced that Damon was just another desperate man trying to sneak his way into a place meant for the elite.

One of the guards stepped forward, his expression blank but firm. “Sir, if you don’t leave now, we’ll have to chase you out.”

Damon didn’t react. He simply exhaled slowly and slid his phone back into his pocket. His face remained unreadable.

“Touch me,” he said, his voice dangerously low, “and you’ll regret it.”

The guards hesitated. There was something about the way he spoke—calm, yet commanding—that made them uneasy.

Tessa, however, wasn’t fazed. She rolled her eyes and gestured impatiently. “Throw him out! He's a useless poor man!”

The guards moved.

But just as they reached for him, a sharp voice rang out from the entrance.

“Stop! What are you doing?!”

The sudden command froze everyone in place.

A man in a crisp black suit rushed out of the restaurant. His forehead was lined with stress, his breathing uneven as if he had run all the way. The golden name tag on his chest read Manager Vincent.

The moment he spotted Damon, his face turned pale.

He hurried forward, his voice filled with urgency. “Mr. Damon! I sincerely apologize for this offense!”

Tessa’s smirk faded.

The guards glanced at each other in confusion.

Damon remained still, his gaze unreadable.

Vincent turned sharply to the security guards. His face darkened with anger. “Do you know who this is? Who gave you permission to treat a guest this way?”

The lead guard hesitated, glancing at Tessa for direction. “We were told—”

“You were told?” Vincent snapped, cutting him off. “And you just blindly followed orders without verifying? If Mr. Damon was truly insulted by this treatment, you’d all be out of a job right now!”

The guards stiffened. The color drained from their faces.

Damon remained silent, watching the scene unfold with mild amusement.

Vincent turned back to him and gave a small bow. “Sir, please allow me to personally escort you inside. This will never happen again.”

Tessa’s face twisted with anger.

“Wait, what?!” she burst out, stepping forward. “You’re letting him in? That’s ridiculous! I know this man! He’s my ex-son-in-law! He’s a nobody! He doesn’t belong here!”

Vincent remained composed, his expression unreadable. “That is irrelevant, ma’am. This is about Mr. Damon.”

Tessa scoffed, raising her voice. “Do you even know who my future son-in-law is? Michael is a platinum member here! If anyone should get special treatment, it’s us! I demand you remove him immediately!”

Vincent’s eyes darkened.

His voice was cold as he turned to the guards. “Do not let her enter anymore.”

Tessa gasped. “You—You can’t do that!”

Vincent remained unfazed. “And Ma’am… I suggest you lower your voice. If you continue causing a scene, we will have no choice but to revoke your son-in-law’s membership.”

Tessa froze.

For the first time that evening, real fear flickered across her face.

Around them, onlookers whispered among themselves. Some chuckled quietly, enjoying the spectacle of a woman who had been so loud moments ago now silenced.

Damon finally adjusted his cuffs and spoke for the first time since Vincent arrived.

“Seems like you underestimated me again, Tessa.”

Tessa clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her palms as she swallowed back the rage burning in her chest.

“This isn't right, he's a nobody,” she hissed under her breath.

Ignoring her, Vincent stepped aside and gestured toward the entrance. “Please, Mr. Damon, allow me to lead the way.”

Damon smirked slightly before stepping past Tessa without a second glance.

Tessa stood frozen in place, unable to move or speak, as if she were trapped in a dream. But she knew all too well—this wasn’t a dream. It was real.

The murmurs of the crowd surrounded her and laughing at her.

And she hated it.

Gritting her teeth, she took out her phone and dialed Serena’s number.

"Serena, I can’t believe this!” Tessa’s voice was sharp, cutting through the silence outside the restaurant.