Page 41 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“Too bad your wife left you,” they both burst into hearty laughter.

“No, that one had no heart, I just didn’t see it soon enough.”

Roman, distracted by his thoughts, only half-heartedly joined the conversation. His mind kept wandering to Scarlett, his ex-girlfriend.

She’d recently announced her engagement to Marcus, his biggest rival. The news had hit him hard, reopening old wounds and stirring up unresolved emotions.

Thompson noticed Roman’s distracted state and teased, “Roman buddy, you’re a million miles away.”

Roman sighed, attempting to brush off the question. “Oh... just, you know, the news,” he replied.

Thompson nodded.

“I understand, Scarlett, right?”

He understood the depth of Roman’s past love for Scarlett and how it had ended in heartbreak.

“You mean Scarlett’s engagement? That’s your ex-girlfriend, right?”

Allen asked, oblivious.

Roman’s eyes flashed with a mix of irritation and pain. “Why bring that up? I thought we were here to have a good time, not delve into the past.”

“Jeez. I’m sorry.”

The tension in the air thickened, and a heated exchange began, emotions running high.

Roman slammed his fist against the table. “Alright enough! We didn’t come here to discuss this.”

Allen conferred, attempting to diffuse the mounting tension.

“You all are no fun.”

Thompson, always the peacemaker, seized the opportunity to steer the conversation away from the sensitive topic. “Alright, alright, enough of that,” he said, “this isn’t what we came to discuss anyway.”

The trio settled into a more comfortable rhythm, allowing the initial tension to dissipate.

“Would you like anything else, gentlemen?”

“No, thank you.”

The waiter winked at Thompson before leaving.

They shifted their focus as the waiter discreetly vanished, leaving the trio to pick up where they left off.

Thompson couldn’t resist a playful quip as the waiter made his exit. Leaning back in his seat, a mischievous grin played on his lips. “I gotta say, these folks know how to treat us. Top-notch service, wouldn’t you say, gentlemen?” His tone dripped with amusement.

“You think I didn’t see you slip the waiter a note?” Roman asked, chuckling gruffly, wishing he had a smoke.

“I think he’s into you,” Allen added, chuckling a little.

“So, you say you found an in?” Allen asked.

Thompson leaned in; his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Alright, fellas, listen up. I’ve got a plan,” he declared.

“Mr. Winston? You know how long I’ve been trying to land him?” Roman said, leaning in, heart pounding.

Thompson proceeded to lay out the details of the prized client they’d been pursuing tirelessly—the elusive ‘mega whale.’

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