Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Chapter 2050 In Her Shoes

“I doubt you’ll be brave enough to carry out your threat. I’ll see you tonight if you’re up for it.” “I’ll be there!”

“We’ll be eagerly awaiting your arrival, father-in-law,” said Davin in a voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’ll hold you to the promise!” “Let’s go, Davin,” Sheila urged. With one last contemptuous look at Patrick, Davin left.

“Did I go overboard, Davin?” Sheila asked after they were out of the Muir residence. “Not at all. Your father got what he deserved.” “His words reminded me of someone. I’d like to pay her a visit.”

“Who?” “Tiffany. She, too, suffered discrimination from her parents for her gender. I remember when they wouldn’t let Tiffany and her child live with them after her divorce. Her mother had even found out where she lived and forced her to remarry. The thought of her being a victim of such prejudice fills me with anger. I wasn’t hoping for a slice of my father’s fortune, you know. The very notion fills me with disgust.”

I understand why Tiffany is so protective of her own success. Everything she has is through her own labor. Sheila turned to look at Davin whose attention was on the road ahead. “How are things going between her and Levant? I haven’t seen them in a while.”

“They’re only together for the sake of the child. Of course, they do not share the hot, passionate love that couples often do. But isn’t being civil and respectful toward one another better in a lot of ways?”

“Let’s pay Tiffany and Levant a visit, please? I’ve been feeling lousy recently and the trip would do me good. Evan sounded as if he had my father under control. What don’t we let Evan deal with him?”

Davin regarded Sheila solemnly for a moment. “All right, then. We’ll take the next exit.”

How fortunate I am to marry a woman who would rather have a fallout with her own father than leverage her relationship with her husband’s family.

Before long, the couple arrived at Levant’s winery.

As they wandered into the bustling establishment amidst the other patrons, Sheila took in the décor with interest and tugged Davin’s arm to get his attention.

“Take a good look at how he had everything set up,” she whispered. “I want our place in the Southern suburbs to look like this.”

Davin gazed up at the chandelier and watched the color of the backdrop change in time with the swell of the music. “Our place is more of a tasteful, rustic style, though,” he argued. “This place feels sort of vulgar.”

“Who’re you calling vulgar?” A gravelly voice from behind made Davin jump.

Whipping around, he found himself face to face with Levant who was wearing a curious expression as though he was trying not to smile.

Davin let out a sheepish chuckle. “I meant that woman’s attire. Surely that must be bordering on public indecency!”

“Is that so? I’d thought that you were brazen enough to make a comment about how I run my business!” Don’t think I haven’t heard you earlier, Davin.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” That is exactly what I said. What are you going to do about it?

Levant clapped a heavy hand down on Davin’s shoulder so hard that it made the latter wince. “I’d heard you bought a mansion in the Southern suburbs, Davin. Thinking of turning it into a winery yourself?”

“You got me. I’m here to study the industry. Please, do not hesitate to share any business insights that come to mind.”