Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Never judge a book by its cover, I muttered to myself and prompted myself forward.

"Mr Bran," I chirped.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Mrs Torres," he smiled. When I got to the table he was sitting, he stood up from his seat. He easily towered over me as he stretched his hand for a handshake. I took his hands and he shook it firmly.

We sat down and immediately dived into business. It kept occuring to me to ask if I could order another coffee apart from the one he already ordered but I didn't see the need. There definitely was no service going in here.

As we spoke, I noticed that he was just as enthusiastic as he was when we talked online but I just couldn't shake this strange feeling off. His piercing eyes probing me as he smiled and talked non-stop about how we could collaborate and come up with new designs made me feel very unsettled. And he wasn't as professional as I'd have liked, he kept urging me to take the coffee he apparently ordered for the both of us ahead of my arrival.

Yes, he sounded like the man I had been speaking with and everything he said aligned with what we already discussed but I couldn't help but doubt his identity.

"Actually, I would like to use the restroom," I said when he asked me to drink the coffee again. My lips curved into a forced smile as I picked up my purse. "Where's it located?" I turned to look around. When I turned back to him, his patronizing smile was gone and his hard gaze was on me. He sneered and raised his arm like he had done when I came in, except this time, he snapped his fingers.

In the shadows, three heavily built men emerged. They had his fit physique but they were bigger.

My grip on my purse tightened as I drew in a deep breath. I guess it was time for my self defense lesson. to be put to use.

With the speed I had mastered in years of training, I got on my feet, my heeled shoes drilled Sinto the table between us as I lunge myself at one of the men farthest from the rest.

We both fell on the ground with a loud thud. I quickly pulled myself together and sprayed the pepper spray in my pocket in his eyes. He slapped his face in a frenzy, screaming.

Leaving him for later, I tucked the pepper spray safely and stood up. When I turned, I was faced with the other two men, they were firmly stationed in front of me. In the space between them, I could see Bran behind them in a seat, one of his legs propped on the other one. He had a smirk on as he watched me.

I attempted to throw a punch at one of the men but he calmly dodged it. I swiftly got on my knees and took each of their legs. With so much effort, I brought both of them to the ground. They struggled as I pinned their legs with mine. As I tried to reach for the shocker in my back pocket one of them gripped my hair and effortlessly pulled me up.

I was now face to face with him. "Bitch!" He spat in my face and gave me a resounding slap that had my

gaze unfocused for a while.

Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking filled the room, as a figure broke through the floor to ceiling walls

of the cafe.

The man threw me aside. My gaze was blurry as I looked up and watched as the two men faced the figure Chapter 0041

that now stood confidently in front of them.

Is he one of them?

Few seconds later, just before they lunged at him, I ans

Like a pro in fist fighting, he smoothly punched the two muscles tensed as I prepared for his attack but instead pulled me up to my feet.

"Ciao, bellissimo."

Luigi? What was he doing here?

that now stood confidently in front of them.

Is he one of them?

Few seconds later, just before they lunged at him, I answered my own question.

Like a pro in fist fighting, he smoothly punched the two of them out of his way and strided toward me. My muscles tensed as I prepared for his attack but instead of attacking me, he flashed me a smug smile and pulled me up to my feet.

"Ciao, bellissimo."

Luigi? What was he doing here?