The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 THE UNMASKING AT WESTWOOD

Matthew was still sprawled across the polished floor, stunned and clutching his bleeding nose when the restaurant manager rushed into the room. A few waiters scurried behind him like nervous ducklings, unsure whether to intervene, call security, or simply pretend to fade into the wallpaper.

The manager, a slick, meticulously groomed man in his forties with a pressed charcoal suit and a tie that screamed I take myself very seriously, froze halfway across the room when he saw the scene.

A knocked-over table. A shattered salad bowl. Food splattered like confetti of chaos across the rug.

And Ryan Ashbrook, standing tall and controlled, one hand tucked into the pocket of his trousers like he hadn’t just thrown a punch that would echo through Westwood gossip circles for a year.

The manager swallowed.

“Sir, Mr. Ashbrook,” he said quickly, trying to maintain professional composure while his eyes darted between the bleeding chef and Ryan. “Is everything alright here?”

Ryan turned to him, expression cool, though a faint pulse of lingering fury flickered in his gaze.

“He insulted my wife,” Ryan said evenly. “Lied about her, slandered her, and attempted to damage her reputation.”

The room held its breath. The words my wife landed like a strike.

The manager’s face drained. He glanced at Eve, standing perfectly still, hands resting protectively over her gentle belly, chin raised, eyes clear even though the storm inside her had been raging seconds ago.

The manager bowed his head slightly,

“My deepest apologies, Mrs. Ashbrook. This is unacceptable. Entirely unacceptable.”

His voice trembled in the way men’s voices tremble when they realize they have stepped into the kind of trouble that comes with lawyers and front-page news.

Matthew tried to sit up, gripping the edge of a chair.

“She’s lying!” Matthew snapped, voice nasally from the broken cartilage. “Sir, don’t trust her, she,”

“Silence,” the manager snapped. Not politely. Not hesitantly. A command.

Matthew blinked at him, shocked.

The manager straightened his jacket and addressed Ryan again.

“Sir, I assure you, we only hired him because of his reputation. He worked previously at Roderi go’s Fine Fusion. They told us he was their star chef. We hire only the best, but clearly,”

He didn’t get to finish.

Eve laughed.

Not a soft laugh, not shy, not timid.

A laugh full of disbelief, memory, and the sharp sting of irony.

A laugh that had teeth.

Matthew’s face went pale.

“Is that what you told them, Matthew?” Eve asked, her voice velvet and blade in equal measure.

The manager looked between them, confused.

Matthew scrambled.

“Don’t listen to her. I, she, she’s manipulative. She,”

The manager held up a hand for silence, this time colder.

He turned back to Eve respectfully.

“Mrs. Ashbrook… Are you suggesting his résumé may not be accurate?”

Eve smiled. Not sweet. Not cruel, Just honest.

“Did you confirm his claims with Miter Rodrigo personally?” she asked.

The manager nodded confidently.

“Yes. Mr. Rodrigo signed the employment verification documents himself.”

Eve chuckled again.

“Oh, did he now?”

She tilted her head, eyes glittering with the kind of calm that comes only from holding the truth like fire in your palm.

“Well,” she said, “then I didn’t know Matthew had added forgery to his skill set. I’m impressed. Truly.”

The manager blinked, once, twice, then his entire face changed.

Bewilderment.

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