"Excuse me, sir!" Blue quickly walked out, seeing how awkward it looked to still be there. She quickly exited the office and increased her pace out of the premises.Sara waved at her bodyguard. "You can go now," she said, and the tall, fully built man bowed and left the office.Luca's eyes widened with anticipation, his pulse quickening as he followed Sara as she wheeled her chair over to his desk. She was acting a bit weird, but Luca didn't pay it any mind. He kept his focus and walked over to her. He leaned forward and asked, "To what do I owe this visit?"Sara turned to him, her smile faltering. "The question should be, what the hell are you doing with that whore by this time of the day? You even had breakfast with her, huh?"He bit his lip, unable to contain the grin that stretched across his face. Now, she was acting like her real self and not the same cool demeanor she had when she came into his office initially. He didn't bother to reply, as he couldn't stop smiling, his entire
Sara smiled. "Okay, congratulations though."Luca responded with a nod and carefully carried her and dropped her in the passenger's seat. He folded her wheelchair and placed it in the boot of the vehicle. Luca's lips spread into a wide grin as he quickly went back into his car and revved the engine to life. Driving it backwards to avoid collision with other parked cars, he finally pulled up into an empty space and sped out to the compound.Meanwhile, Larosa, who was at the lobby of the hotel, stood still and just watched them. The fact that she knew Sara could walk and still continued to pretend made her livid with rage. She has refused to tell anyone until she found out who Sara truly was, but that has also been a hard task on her side.Overstepping the boundaries will make Luca scold her, and on the other hand, she hated Sara down to her toes. She sighed deeply as she watched Luca drive his wife out.However, Sara sat in the car, her gaze drifted outside. This doesn't feel like her
Sara nodded in response. "Yes, that is my husband. Do you have a problem with that?"Hearing Sara call Luca her husband with so much pride made Luca giggle with happiness. Meanwhile, Rebecca quickly shuddered and composed herself. "No, no, no, ma'am. I don't have a problem with it. Congratulations on your union," she faked a smile and placed the menu in front of Luca.She couldn't believe her ears. This was the same Luca she knew - the one who was broke and couldn't afford three square meals when he was a waiter at the bar. How could he now be married to one of the richest female bosses in town? This must be a joke, right?Having enough knowledge of who Miss Sara is, she didn't want to anger her, so she wouldn't lose a customer. She swallowed her pride and whispered, "I am sorry, sir. Please pick your dishes."Luca's lips twitched into a proud smirk, seeing how uncomfortable she felt addressing him in such a manner. In truth, he wasn't expecting to meet her there; he expected to see h
She snorted. "A gold digger? And what does that make you, dear?"Rebecca's brow knitted, and she stammered, "Ma'am, what do you mean?"Sara's eyes flashed with anger, her voice dripping with venom. "You dare to come to my face and spew your venom about my husband? You, who have been feeding off my generosity for years?"Rebecca took a step back, her eyes widening in fear. "I-I just thought you should know the truth, ma'am."Sara's laughter was cold, mirthless. "The truth? You call your petty gossip and jealousy the truth? You're just mad because Luca never gave you the time of day, because he chose me over you? I heard he did work here before. Is that why you're jealous?"Rebecca's face reddened, her voice rising. "That's not true! I'm just trying to protect you, ma'am. I can't be jealous of him!""I am just concerned about your well-being," she said."Concerned?" Sara chuckled bitterly. "For who?""For you, ma'am. You deserve better than him. He is nowhere near your league.""Better
Luca's lips stretched into a wide grin as he continued eating and didn't bother to reply to her. She sounded unlike her usual self, but if this was a time for change, then he was glad she was ready to acknowledge him as her husband. As he ate, he took sidelong glances at her, watching as she chewed her food in a classy manner that made him blush.Ten minutes later, they were done eating, and the waitress had come to pack up the plates. The newest couple then began to drink their mixed vodka wines in silence. Suddenly, about a dozen men started to make their way into the restaurant, not seeming to mind the customers. One man nearly pushed Sara's wine glass to the floor, but Luca quickly caught it and held it steady.The men looked like they might be estate agents, but their presence in the restaurant was puzzling. Luca felt a flare of rage at their abrupt intrusion, but he didn't want to cause a scene, especially with Sara present."Why are they all rushing in here like this isn't sup
Luca turned and smirked. "Of course I will leave once I am done with my drink."The man was caught off guard by Luca's deep aura and guts to say that to him. He scrutinized him for a minute and noticed he really isn't that all cheap or very poor - he was wearing designer clothes, and his girlfriend who was in a wheelchair was also wearing designer attire.He said, "Well, I'm sorry, but this is my property and you have to leave now. I will be selling it off this minute. Young man, go find somewhere else to finish up those cheap drinks you bought."Luca's smirk grew wider as he replied, "Cheap drinks? You're the one who's cheap, not us. We may not be rich, but we have class, something you clearly lack. Look how you've behaved - so unprofessional!"Mr. B's face turned red with anger, his eyes bulging. "How dare you! You're just a punk kid, what do you know about class?""Well, a lot more than an obsessed man can ever fit into what is called class!" A wave of shock washed through the cro
Luca turned and smirked. "Of course I will leave once I am done with my drink."The man was caught off guard by Luca's deep aura and guts to say that to him. He scrutinized him for a minute and noticed he really isn't that all cheap or very poor - he was wearing designer clothes, and his girlfriend who was in a wheelchair was also wearing designer attire.He said, "Well, I'm sorry, but this is my property and you have to leave now. I will be selling it off this minute. Young man, go find somewhere else to finish up those cheap drinks you bought."Luca's smirk grew wider as he replied, "Cheap drinks? You're the one who's cheap, not us. We may not be rich, but we have class, something you clearly lack. Look how you've behaved - so unprofessional!"Mr. B's face turned red with anger, his eyes bulging. "How dare you! You're just a punk kid, what do you know about class?""Well, a lot more than an obsessed man can ever fit into what is called class!" A wave of shock washed through the cro
The men were surprised by what they were seeing. Did she really want to buy the whole place? Does she really not know what a whopping 15 million dollars is? The men glanced at each other before bursting out into a loud roar of laughter."What did this crippled bitch just say?" Mr. B couldn't stop laughing. "Is she really serious? She really thinks she can buy my restaurant?"She must think we're talking about some fifteen thousand dollars over here!The room erupted into another roar of laughter, and this time it was even louder. Meanwhile, Luca's expression turned crimson almost immediately upon hearing the men mocking his wife for being crippled. In reality, Sara was more than capable of buying the restaurant without flinching. Well, Mr. B was a staunch businessman, and he didn't know her in person even if he had heard of their family a couple of times."Hey, miss handicap, did you say you can buy my restaurant for fifteen million dollars?" Mr. B fixed his gaze on Sara as he asked.