CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR

RICHARD'S POV

I then stared up at the bodyguard, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Really? A full-grown man claiming a spot at a public restaurant? That's hilarious."

The bodyguard's face hardened. "Mr. Quinn has a routine social interaction with his fans here. He has a particular seat." He pointed at the stickers plastered all over the table. "See? It’s reserved."

Before I could respond, he added, "If you don’t stand up, we will throw you out."

I glanced around, noticing everyone in the restaurant was staring at us. Not wanting to cause more trouble, I sighed. "Fine, whatever. Let’s just move, Amelia."

But before we could stand, Mr Quinn himself cleared his throat. "Only you, leave. The lady can stay. I’d like a word with her."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Not happening."

I chuckled and shook my head again, "Not possible, my friend. Amelia wouldn't be caught dead with you."

“Listen up, boy. You don’t speak for her. And mind how you run your mouth in here. It's obvious you don't know