Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

HER.

(SOFIA'S POV)

It was noon, and I was hungry, but being my lazy self, I didn't have the strength to make food. Pizza, my favorite food, was out of the question as I had been having it non-stop for a week. Scouting for a nice restaurant to have a decent lunch seemed like the best option. And so I got on my phone and began scrolling through the Internet for nice restaurants.

Most restaurants within the vicinity didn't catch my fancy since I had visited most of them and their food was now stale to my taste buds.

I needed a change, I decided, and kept searching until one caught my attention. It was a big Italian restaurant, somewhat close by, and what was more appealing was that it was new. That meant their food and customer service would be top-notch, as they were still trying to break into their market and would want to please their customers.

That decided, I got prepared to leave for the location. On arrival, I was impressed by the sophistication of the place.

It had to be the best restaurant I have been to in New York, I thought, as I walked inside. I took a seat and pressed the button on the table for a waiter.

I crossed my legs and flipped my hair authoritatively when I saw the waiter arriving.

"I want a personalized VIP treatment," I began. "I want a private space, a personal waiter on standby and a complimentary champagne bottle."

eyes widened. "I apologize, Ma'am, but we don't offer such

offer VIP treatment?" I asked, my voice rising. "Are you trying to embarrass

caught the attention of one of the chefs, who walked up to us. I

okay here?" She

look at her in disdain, but my eyes squinted in recognition. "I know you,

too, but what irked me the most was how calm and unfazed she was. "Yes, you do

see

down at her chef tag, "Rebecca, just like your pathetic colleague, Arielle. At least you had a job, not like

she disappeared into thin air and no one has heard from her.

eyes hardened, and I saw anger flash in them.

feisty Oh, you think you can talk to me like that?

But whatever you need,

wait until my husband hears about this! He'll shut this place down, and your poor

unmoved as she stood there staring at me with disinterest. Now that was not the plan, I wanted her cowering and shaking at