Chapter 8 - The Immediate Eviction
"Take her," Roman ordered smoothly, not even looking at the weeping manager on the floor.
Grant, the massive, broad-shouldered bodyguard, marched aggressively forward. He didn't reach for his weapon this time. He reached for Beatrice.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" Beatrice shrieked, her expensive red dress tangling around her legs as she desperately tried to fight the massive enforcer. "I am a high-society manager! You can't do this to me!"
Grant didn't care about her pathetic threats. He aggressively grabbed her by the arms, forcefully hauling the weeping, humiliated woman backward across the pristine marble floor. She was completely exposed to the vicious, mocking glares of the elite corporate diners she had just tried to impress.
She was forcefully dragged out of the luxury restaurant and shoved brutally into the back of a black SUV waiting in the alley, her high-society life permanently, completely erased in a single evening. She would be handed over to the FBI completely bankrupt and utterly disgraced.
The chaotic, toxic energy was entirely dragged out of the room, plunging the magnificent Chicago restaurant back into a profound, heavy peace.
Roman turned his full attention back to the beautiful young woman standing in the pink dress.
He didn't grab her waist. He didn't speak to her with arrogant disrespect.
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Roman Mercer, the most dangerous man in the entire city, slowly reached out and gently took Tessa's hand, bowing his head in absolute, undeniable respect to the true heir of the underworld.
👉 Six months later, the toxic manager received her absolute, final consequence, and the queen reclaimed her throne.
