LORRAINE'S POV

The curious crowd hurries from every table to come and witness the dramatic scene.

Oh fuck! I am wearing the heels that my ex-husband left in my apartment!

He cannot have seen them yet. I slip my feet further under the table to keep them hidden while he carries on to slap the screaming creep several times in the face.

"Please stop! I am . . . so sorry!" the man on the floor desperately pleads, thick blood oozing from his nose.

"Get up and apologize to her!" the enraged billionaire orders.

He is quite confident in his strength and might. I am suddenly seeing a different side...