The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Dominick sat calmly on the sofa, his long legs crossed, a trace of fatigue visible on his face. Behind him stood a group of high–ranking business executives, while Finery’s staff huddled nervously near the cashier, looking like frightened chicks.

“What’s wrong with all of you? Why are you letting this scumbag act high and mighty in my shop? Emery fumed. Starting her day early was already. bad enough, but finding this detestable man in her shop made her blood boil.

Since her employees weren’t stepping up, she decided to confront him herself. You piece of shit, don’t you have someone else to bother? Why are you in my shop! Are you a masochist, showing up first thing in the morning just to get scolded?t

Dominick’s brow furrowed slightly. He had already formed a poor impresskat of Emery during their previous encounter at the club. Her unruly demeanor baffled him–why would Paisley associate with someone like her?

No wonder Paisley had picked up the habit of resorting to physical violence whenever upset: She had surely been a bad influence.

Seeing that Dominick remained silent despite her outburst, Emery grew even angrier, feeling ignored. “Shameless! My shop doesn’t welcome you! Can’t you see that? Do I need to kick you out myself?”

Dominick’s lips curled into a faint, icy smile. Lifting his hand slightly, he gestured for Emery to do as she pleased.

Dominick’s nonchalant attitude made it even harder to swallow, Emery felt her chest tightening, almost as if she’d developed two new lumps in frustration. “Dominick, you son of a bitch!”

The manager thought his warning would make Emery back down. But he underestimated her. Instead of calming down, her anger flared up even

“What the hell! The rent I’ve been paying ends up in this jerk’s pocket? No wonder business has been so bad lately–annoying clients all the time. Must be the bad luck around here. Fine, take the store back! Pay me the penalty, and I’ll leave right now!”

The manager finally realized what it meant to shoot himself in the foot. What was meant as a scare tactic had only made things worse,

As the manager stood there, at a loss, the man sitting on the sofa finally spoke, “Everyone, leave. I want to speak to Ms. Collins alone? The mall executives, grateful for the excuse, quickly left, taking the store staff with them.