Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1072

"You think you are someone important? Who are you to tell me what to do?"

Humiliated and enraged, the man swung his fist at the young man—but the latter dodged effortlessly.

The young man was clearly skilled. In one smooth motion, he seized both of the man's wrists, then delivered a sharp kick. The man dropped to his knees instantly.

The commotion was loud enough that Ariana let out a startled cry. Bar staff quickly rushed over and separated them.

The manager came forward to comfort Ariana, apologizing repeatedly before guiding her to a safer area and informing her they would call the police to handle the matter.

Ariana froze for a moment, then immediately asked about the young man.

Although it had been a fight between two parties, he had only gotten involved because he was helping her.

She opened her wallet, intending to compensate him for the trouble.

But the manager quickly waved her off. "Ah, you don't need to worry about him. He's basically a half-owner of this bar."

With that, the manager left.

Just then, Ariana's phone rang. It was Trey.

She glanced at the time—indeed, it was already very late.

But she didn't answer. Instead, she turned her phone off and stayed in the bar a little longer.

Only after the troublemakers were taken away did the young man walk back over.

"I thought you'd already left."

He sat down across from her and casually picked up a drink from the table, finishing it in one go.

Ariana studied him.

Under the dim bar lighting, his features were sharply defined, carved with a distinct, handsome edge. Not bad-looking at all—rather dashing, even somewhat roguishly charming.

"Sir, I don't recall saying I was treating you to a drink."

"If you weren't treating me, why did you stay and wait for me so long?"

Ariana said nothing, staring at him with obvious confusion.

"Keep drinking and you'll be sleeping here tonight," he said lightly.

Ariana rolled her eyes. "Why do you care? It's your bar—selling more alcohol is a good thing, isn't it?"

"More consumption is certainly good," he said with a faint smile, glancing toward the scattered patrons inside the bar. "But it won't make much difference. This place is closing soon anyway."

"Closing?" Ariana asked softly.

"Yes. Running this kind of business here is too exhausting—endless problems. And of course…" he paused, his smile faintly deepening, "the most important reason is that it isn't profitable."

He turned back to look at her.

His face carried a sharp intelligence, yet his eyes were clean—devoid of anything uncomfortable or predatory. In an instant, it put Ariana at ease.

"You really are the owner here?" she asked again.