Nobody Talks Like That About My Future Wife!

“What did you just say?!” Scott snapped, his voice rising sharply.

“Didn’t hear me? Fine, I’ll say it again,” the man replied coolly as he climbed the stairs. “The woman with you—I know exactly who she is. The Grandier family sold her off to a brothel. A whore like her has no place in a five-star restaurant like this!”

Scott’s face reddened as he clenched his fists, ready to charge, but Luisa suddenly grabbed his hand tightly. Scott turned and saw tears welling up in her eyes.

“Don’t, Scott,” Luisa whispered, a tear slipping from her left eye.

“But Luisa, he’s insulting you,” Scott protested.

Luisa squeezed his hand harder and shook her head, tears now streaming from both eyes.

Scott took a deep breath, his chest tightening as he watched Luisa hold back her pain.

“Why are you still standing there? Get lost! I’m disgusted just looking at a whore like you. You should throw yourself in a gutter. At least the stench of the brothel clinging to you might get masked by the sewer!” the man sne