The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley)

Chapter 193

Dominick sat calmly on the sofa, his long legs crossed, a trace of fatigue visible on his face. Behind him stood a group of high-

ranking business executives, while Finery's staff huddled nervously near the cashier, looking like frightened chicks. "What's wrong with all of you? Why are you

letting this scumbag act high and mighty in my shop? Emery fumed. Starting her day early was already. bad enough, but finding this detestable man in her shop made her blood boil.

Since her employees weren't stepping up, she decided to confront him herself. You piece of shit, don't you have someone else to bother? Why are you in my shop! Are you a masochist, showing up first thing in the morning just to get scolded?

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Dominick's brow furrowed slightly. He had already formed a poor impresskat of Emery during their previous encounter at the club. Her unruly demeanor baffled him-

why would Paisley associate with someone like her?

No wonder Paisley had picked up the habit of resorting to physical violence whenever upset: She had surely been a bad influence.

Seeing that Dominick remained silent despite her outburst, Emery grew even angrier, feeling ignored. "Shameless! My shop doesn't welcome you! Can't you see that? Do I need to kick you out myself?" Dominick's lips curled into a faint, icy smile. Lifting his hand slightly, he gestured for Emery

to do as she pleased.

Dominick's nonchalant attitude made it even harder to swallow, Emery felt her chest tightening, almost as if she'd developed two new lumps in frustration. "Dominick, you son of a bitch!"

"Hey, hey!" Behind the sofa, the mall's general manager finally couldn't stay quiet.

In just the short time he'd been standing there, Emery had already insulted Dominick several times, which was far beyond what a mall manager like him could tolerate hearing,

"Ms. Collins, that's enough. You're speaking to Mr. Vanderbilt. Watch your words," he advised kindly.

Bar Emery wasn't having it. She turned her frustration on him. "I wasn't talking to you, was I? I pay so much rent to this mall every year. As a manager, shouldn't you be defending me! Instead, you're defending him**

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead "Ms. Collins, I'm looking our for you here. Mr. Vanderbilt isn't just anyone-

he's the owner of this mall. Are you sure you want to keep talking like this?"

One word from Dominick and her lease could be terminated instantly. And don't even think about the

contract-

it would just mean paying some penalty fees, a trivial amount to Dominick but enough to cause significant trouble for Emery.

The manager thought his warning would make Emery back down. But he underestimated her. Instead of calming down, her anger flared up even

"What the hell! The rent I've been paying ends up in this jerk's pocket? No wonder business has been so bad lately-

annoying clients all the time. Must be the bad luck around here. Fine, take the store back! Pay me the penalty, and I'll leave right now!"

The manager finally realized what it meant to shoot himself in the foot. What was meant as a scare tactic had only made things worse,

As the manager stood there, at a loss, the man sitting on the sofa finally spoke, "Everyone, leave. I want to speak to Ms. Collins alone? The mall executives, grateful for the excuse, quickly left, taking the store staff with them.