Chapter 980 Let Him Go to Work
"So... shall I get straight to the point? You're beautiful. I caught a glimpse of you from afar and was instantly captivated. I'd like to get to know you, become friends." The stranger paused, glancing at the phone in Abella's hand. "Are you video chatting with your boyfriend? At this hour, most people back home are on holiday, yet he's still working? He must have a demanding job. If you'd consider getting to know me, perhaps even dating me, I could offer him a position at my company."
"You want my fiancé to work for you?" Abella's lips curved into a slight smile. "Can you even afford him?"
Fiancé? Afford?
The man chuckled. "Let me introduce myself." Perhaps to ensure the fiancé on the video call could hear clearly, he raised his voice. "My name is Gerald Rivera. You've surely heard of Rivera Enterprises? We have forty-two branches across six countries. I'm an only child, set to inherit everything. I could afford not just one fiancé, but a hundred or a thousand. Though I wonder if his skills and talents warrant a high salary. Of course, for your sake, I wouldn't mind throwing some money his way—consider it charity."
Abella smiled coolly, turning to the man on her screen. "Did you hear that? Someone wants to poach you and have you work for him."
"I'd like to see who this person is."
Abella turned her phone screen around, and Gerald found himself staring at Phillipe's face.
He was completely stunned.
Had he seen correctly?
How could this person look so much like Phillipe?
How could this girl possibly know someone as important as Phillipe?
And did she just say Phillipe was her fiancé?
Gerald's mind was reeling.
"Mr. Bourbon, here are two urgent documents requiring your signature." Gabriel knocked and entered, placing the files before Phillipe.
Mr. Bourbon? It really was Phillipe?
Gerald's legs began to tremble.
Abella smiled slyly. "I wonder how much Rivera Enterprises would pay to hire someone of my fiancé's caliber."
"Gerald?" Phillipe's tone was playful yet dismissive, as if regarding an insignificant insect.
"No, no, we couldn't possibly afford—Sir, Mr. Bourbon, I had no idea it was you... I apologize for the intrusion!" Gerald immediately bowed in apology, then turned to Abella, bowing with each sentence. "I'm so sorry for my blindness. Please forgive my flirtation and presumption... I apologize for disturbing you both."
As he turned to leave, Abella languidly asked, "Did my fiancé dismiss you?"
"I must say, you have excellent taste." Phillipe's playful remark made Gerald's legs shake even more violently.
In looks, height, and presence, he couldn't compare to Phillipe in the slightest.
In wealth, he wasn't worth Phillipe's little finger.
Yet he had the audacity to flirt with the man's fiancée right in front of him.
"Mr. Bourbon, it's entirely my fault. Please grant me a chance to make amends." Gerald continued apologizing profusely.
"What's going on here?" Dennis quickened his pace as he approached from a distance.
"Dennis." Abella rose from her lounge chair with a serene smile. "Is this a friend of yours?"
Dennis glanced at Gerald. "Did he bother you?"
Gerald was merely the son of his client, Atlas Rivera. They barely knew each other, and Dennis was far more concerned about what his sister had experienced.
Atlas, who had arrived with Dennis, overheard this and immediately glared at his son, realizing he'd caused trouble again. Then, with a ingratiating smile, he addressed Abella, "So you're the younger sister Mr. Dennis mentioned? Ms. Medici? A pleasure to meet you. Whatever my foolish son has done, please tell me, and I'll discipline him severely."
"Mr. Rivera," Phillipe's voice came through the video call.
Atlas looked closer and realized it was indeed Phillipe.
He quickly bowed with a deferential smile. "Mr. Bourbon! I see you're video chatting with Ms. Medici. May I ask what your relationship is...?"
"I was having a pleasant conversation with my fiancée until your son suggested she leave me for him, and offered me a job at your company."
"He did WHAT?" Dennis's anger flared instantly.
Before he could act, Atlas, utterly furious, slapped his son hard across the face.
"You worthless fool! I brought you here today to observe how Mr. Dennis built his empire at such a young age, to learn from him. Instead, you harass his sister, Mr. Bourbon's fiancée..." Atlas, seemingly unsatisfied, delivered another stinging slap.
"Dad, I didn't know she was—"
"Shut your mouth and apologize immediately!" Atlas was beside himself with rage. His son had always been a disappointment, and now he'd humiliated them completely.
Gerald had no choice but to apologize repeatedly.
"I'm truly sorry. I've failed as a father..." As Atlas continued bowing deeply, Dennis coldly interjected, "Save your apologies. Our business deal is off. I've already given this hotel to my sister, so you're no longer welcome here."
With that, Dennis tugged at his sister's sleeve and departed.
"Mr. Dennis, Ms. Medici..." Atlas kicked his son and hurried after the golf cart.
The hotel manager drove the cart with Dennis and Abella seated in the back. Atlas chased after them, out of breath, while Gerald limped behind.
"Mr. Dennis, Ms. Medici, please give us another chance." Atlas was nearly collapsing from exhaustion.
"Throw them out," Dennis said impatiently.
Daring to hit on his sister? Two slaps were getting off lightly.
Within moments, dozens of security personnel converged, physically removing the two men.
Onlookers watched the spectacle with amusement.
"I can't believe Gerald dared to pursue Mr. Dennis Medici's sister."
"What kind of sister is she anyway? She's quite beautiful."
"This is my first time seeing her too."
"I heard Mr. Dennis brought his sister here for the first time. Apparently, he's entrusting this hotel to her management."
"Lucky girl! I wonder why Mr. Dennis treats her so specially?"
"Wait, stop the car!" Dennis suddenly remembered something and anxiously asked his sister, "He didn't touch you, did he?"
Abella smiled coolly. "No, he didn't."
Dennis nodded in relief. Had the answer been different, he would have ensured that man's hands were severed. The audacity—he should have known his place!
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