Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Selina was utterly dumbfounded, staring at Francis with a mix of disbelief and forced humor. "Mr. Johnson..."

"Yes?" Francis leaned back in his chair, looking at her with an amused expression.

"You must be joking," Selina said with a nervous laugh, her face losing color.

Was he really expecting her to foot the bill?

"Joking?" Francis let out a quiet snort through his nose, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

"Didn't you say on the phone that you'd treat me to dinner?"

"Well... yes, I did, but..." Selina stammered, shaking her head, "I didn't say

anything about coming to The Cozy Corner!"

"What's the issue?" Francis asked, his eyes slightly lowered, but his demeanor still managing to be intimidating.

"Given my status, inviting me out for dinner implies a place like The Cozy Corner, doesn't it? Didn't you realize that?"

Selina was shocked, her face turning pale. Francis shifted his gaze away, uninterested in her protests.

He instructed the waiter, "Make sure she pays. No tabs allowed. If she doesn't settle the bill today, call the cops."

"Yes, Mr. Johnson."

Francis with anger. "You did this

chuckled, shaking his head dismissively.

it."

Selina retorted, not entirely clueless. "I get

doing this because I tried

even bother to respond. Knowing his temperament, the fact that he

word, he turned and walked

Selina cried out, tears streaming down her face. "This is too much! Where am I supposed to get

It was $32,000!

owe $32,000. If you can't pay, perhaps you could call someone

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home? Selina's face was pale and defeated. Sure, her family could cover $32,000, but if they found out she spent that

urged patiently. "If there's no

call the

wait! I'll

...

exchange. She was silent for a moment, processing everything she heard. She

towards the entrance. "Ms.

Francis approached, their

as he reached her, stopping