The Wilson’s Empire Heir

Chapter 49

Richardson stared at the woman sitting beside him with surprise in his eyes. Who was this woman, he thought, surveying her with his eyes.

She had on a black tight crop top with a black mini skirt to boot. Her high heel shoes were black with laces flowing about them. They looked expensive.

Great, he thought to himself, she was high maintenance.

From the dim bar lights, he could tell that she had hazel eyes with brown long hair flowing across her face to the influence of the fan behind the counter.

She had the face of a sex worker. Her jawline looked like it had had some work done on it while her lips were fuller than they would usually be.

Yup, she was definitely a sex worker.

He had to respond to her. Thinking of witty comments to come up with, he could not think of anyone so he ignored her, drinking down his beer while calling to the bartender.

“Another,” he ordered.

He had a lot on his mind to focus on, the woman was not his problem.

Going back to his earlier thoughts, he start