CEO, Your Wife Has Left

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: The One-Stop Date

Melody Donovan wanted to walk right up and kick Wayne Wyatt. ’How could I have ever been with such a terrible man?’

Dominic Thorne smiled. He’d heard of the King Group. ’Just a small company, yet they dare to be so ostentatious?’

"Miss King, we can forgive this gentleman for his ignorance, but surely you know who I am," Dominic Thorne said. His gentlemanly air stood in stark contrast to Wayne Wyatt’s smug gloating.

"I do. You’re Dominic Thorne, the most coveted man at the Ayers Group!"

"What?" Wayne Wyatt was dumbfounded. He never imagined he’d provoked someone so important.

"In that case, I must ask you both to leave. My restaurant doesn’t accept rude customers." Dominic Thorne gestured for them to get out.

"On what grounds? We’re here to eat, and it’s not like you own the place!" Wayne Wyatt pulled the woman down into the seats at the table next to them.

"As a matter of fact, I do own this restaurant."

Melody Donovan and Wayne Wyatt were so shocked their jaws nearly hit the floor. Staff members quickly arrived and "escorted" the two of them out.

Melody Donovan rested her chin on her hands, looking up at Dominic Thorne from her seat. "Are you really the owner of this restaurant?" ’I don’t really believe him. With an aura like his, he could easily pass for the owner even if he wasn’t. Besides, he seems to have a good relationship with the real owner. And I’ve never heard of the Thorne Family being in the restaurant business.’

Dominic Thorne raised an eyebrow and sat down opposite her, meeting her gaze. "I am. It’s mine. Where else would you like to go? I can take you to any place I own!"

Melody Donovan pursed her lips, looking displeased.

"Don’t tell me you own a full-service lineup of date spots just to coax women!" Melody Donovan made no effort to hide the look of disgust on her face.

"I do. Women find a man like that very charming. Don’t you agree?" Dominic Thorne said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. freewebnovёl.ƈom

Melody Donovan recoiled as if she’d just seen an alien, then leaned forward and rapped her knuckles on the table. "You rich fool, is your money just paper? Does your girlfriend think you’re a personal ATM? Don’t you realize you don’t have to literally *buy* everything?" She finished with an exaggerated expression of shock.

"When you like something, of course you should buy it to claim it as your own. And if you’re willing, I can be your personal ATM too."

"No, thanks. I don’t need the money!" Melody Donovan said, waving her hands dismissively. ’At this rate, the Thorne Group will be bankrupt in his hands sooner or later.’ Just then, their steaks arrived. Not wanting to talk to him any longer, Melody began to eat on her own.

Seeing her nonchalant response, Dominic Thorne snatched the knife and fork from her hands. "Melody Donovan, I’m serious. You need to take this seriously!"

"I am being serious. Now give me back my knife and fork, I want to eat." Melody Donovan took them back without a second thought and went back to her steak. Resigned, Dominic Thorne could only do the same and began to eat his.

’He’d been surrounded by so many women. Every single one of them wanted him to do things they considered "romantic." They’d be so proud if their boyfriend took them to a restaurant or a movie theater that he personally owned. All of them were just after money or power. He was sick of that life, of no one ever being genuine with him. Sara wasn’t greedy for power, but she was so domineering that he never felt any desire to protect her. They’d met through an introduction from their parents. Since they were both from wealthy families, his parents’ intentions couldn’t have been more obvious. They were just sacrificial pawns in the games of the elite.’