Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 522

How familiar.

Upon meeting her gaze with the man before her, Nicole was certain that he was indeed her target – Evan.

So he actually came. Good, he truly does not disappoint. Hmph. Let the show begin.

Meanwhile, Levant was feeling confused about the bottle of wine that Zackery Williams had sent him.

What should I do with this?

“Well, since someone has made the effort to send a bottle of wine just for me, it’d only make sense to have a taste,” he said to himself.

Nicole turned to him, wanting to talk. Upon seeing that, Levant immediately assumed that she wanted to try the wine as well.

The “waiter” standing by poured them each a glass of wine.

After taking a whiff of the wine, Nicole held up her glass, smiling at Levant. “Let us toast to the amazing dinner that you have prepared for us tonight. I’m really enjoying myself.”

“That’s good to hear.”

As they clinked glasses, Nicole shifted her gaze and raised an eyebrow at the “waiter” standing beside them.

The “waiter” stared back coldly, his eyes turning dark. Hmph. Flirting with another man right in front of me?

I’ll give you a good lesson today, woman.

Meanwhile, Nicole downed her drink in one shot and smirked at him, saying, “Pour me another.”

Levant was a little puzzled about the situation. For him, the wine was not exactly of high quality. Compared to the wine at his own winery, it tasted completely average. Nicole likes it that much? Or is she just happy to drink with me?

The thought of it excited him a little.

On the other hand, the “waiter” seemed to be ignoring Nicole’s words – he simply stood there, gazing at Nicole, as if to give her a warning.

Nicole squinted her eyes. Before she could repeat herself, Levant spoke, “Can you pour us another glass each, please?”

This time, the “waiter” nodded and promptly came over to fill up Levant’s glass.

“Don’t forget about mine.” Nicole grabbed her wine glass and pressed it down firmly onto the table, beside Levant’s.

As the “waiter” began filling her glass, Nicole pursed her lips in satisfaction. However, the next thing she knew, the red liquid was splattering onto her body.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry Miss,” said the “waiter”, feigning an apologetic voice.

Nicole furrowed her brows, all flustered, and said, “Did you do that on purpose?”