While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Chapter 190 So What If I Hit You?

The standoff in the middle of the restaurant lobby remained completely frozen in time.

​Leon stood firmly with his weapon drawn, his grip steady as the barrel stayed aimed directly at the lead guard. The two restaurant security guards had halted in their tracks, their palms raised high in the air while cold sweat beaded on their foreheads. Victor Grant looked as if he might faint on the spot, his face drained of every drop of color. Meanwhile, Naya Whitmore stood nearby, a smug, cruel grin plastered across her red cheeks as she waited for the execution of the order.

​Veyra felt her heart pounding violently against her ribs, but her external posture remained completely rigid and composure intact.

​She stepped closer to Victor’s shaking hands, speaking directly toward the phone’s speakerphone in a clear, carrying voice.

​"Wesley," she said firmly. "If this foolishness keeps up for another second, someone is going to end up getting killed in this lobby."

​A heavy silence lingered over the line for a heartbeat. Then, the smooth speaker emitted a low, deep chuckle. It was a warm, familiar laugh that carried genuine affection.

​"I would never allow anyone to bring harm to you, Veyra," Wesley replied softly, his voice dropping into a tone of quiet warmth. "You know me better than that."

​The surrounding room instantly dropped into an eerie, suffocating quiet.

​Naya’s triumphant smile vanished from her face in an instant, replaced by utter shock. Victor’s jaw dropped wide open, his eyes bulging as he stared blankly at the phone device in his hands. Even the two stiff security guards exchanged bewildered looks, their raised hands trembling slightly.

​Everyone in that lobby had heard the clear tone of familiarity in Wesley Wynn’s speaker voice. They heard how effortlessly Veyra called the feared leader of the Ravenwood Society by his first name, and they heard the undeniable warmth in how he answered her back.

​In that single moment, Naya Whitmore, Victor Grant, and every watching patron realized the undeniable truth. Veyra and Wesley Wynn were not strangers, nor was she using a stolen card. They had known each other personally for a very long time.

​Naya’s face flushed with deep embarrassment and rage, her fists clenching so hard her manicured nails bit into her palms.

​"You know him?" Naya stammered out, her voice cracking with pure disbelief. "How on earth do you actually know Wesley Wynn?"

​Veyra did not give her the satisfaction of an answer, keeping her calm gaze fixed forward while holding the connection.

​Wesley’s voice came through the speaker once again, switching back to his usual sharp, authoritative clarity.

​"Victor," he called out sharply.

​Victor jumped in place, almost dropping the expensive phone onto the floor. "Y—Yes, Mr. Wynn! I am listening!"

​"Mrs. Solenne is not merely an honored guest holding a high-tier card at the Ravenwood Society," Wesley stated, his tone carrying an absolute weight that demanded compliance. "She is a long-standing personal friend of mine."

​Victor’s face went from pale to deathly white as he stammered over his words. "I... I had no idea, Mr. Wynn. I deeply apologize for my terrible ignorance."

​"Well, you are fully aware of it now," Wesley replied, his voice turning icy and direct. "Ensure that you treat her with the utmost respect and care accordingly."

​Without waiting for another word of apology, the line went completely dead as he ended the call.

​Victor stared blankly at the dark phone screen for a second before snapping his gaze back toward Veyra, then shifting nervously to look at Naya.

​His entire attitude underwent an instant, drastic transformation. The stiff, arrogant posture he had maintained earlier completely dissolved into a humble, bowing stance. His shoulders slumped forward, and his tone became soft and deeply deferential.

​"Mrs. Solenne," Victor said hurriedly, bowing his head repeatedly before her. "I offer you my most sincere, heart-felt apologies for this outrageous confusion. Please, I beg of you to forgive my foolish mistake."

​Veyra gave a faint, calm nod. "It is fine."

​"Your identity and high status are completely recognized," Victor continued quickly, wiping his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief. "You are one of the most valued guests of our establishment and the Ravenwood Society as a whole."

​Naya’s face twisted into a mask of pure frustration as she stepped forward. "And what about my reservation? What about my family’s status?"

​Victor glanced at her carefully, his tone turning polite yet strictly distant. "Ms. Whitmore, I am certain my staff can locate a secondary table for your party in another section of the floor."

​A faint buzzing vibration came from inside Veyra’s leather handbag.

​She reached down, pulling out her personal phone to check the screen. A new direct text message from Wesley had just popped up.

​Dinner at Bordeaux 101 tonight. My treat to make up for the messy distraction. Are you free?

​Veyra quickly typed out a short, polite response on her screen. I cannot make it tonight. I have prior commitments, but thank you for helping clear the air.

​A second later, his reply came back instantly. Another time then. You are always welcome whenever you decide to visit.

​She quietly locked her phone screen and tucked the device back into her bag.

​Victor cleared his throat nervously, making a sweeping gesture toward the grand hallway.

​"Mrs. Solenne," he said respectfully. "Please, step right into the main private dining suite. The entire room is completely at your disposal for as long as you wish."

​Veyra shook her head slightly, keeping her stance grounded. "I have no desire to accept special treatment or favors for nothing."

​Victor blinked in surprise, waving his hands defensively. "It is not a personal favor, ma’am! It is your absolute right as an honored VIP member of the society!"

​"However, the reservation was initially claimed by Ms. Whitmore," Veyra pointed out logically.

​"Ms. Whitmore can easily be accommodated in our secondary private suite," Victor stated firmly.

​Naya’s sharp voice immediately cut through the air. "I refuse to sit in a secondary room! I asked for the main suite, and I am not taking anything less!"

​Victor turned to face her, his voice holding a firm boundary for the first time. "I am truly sorry, Ms. Whitmore. But the rules governing the Ravenwood Society VIP system are absolute. Mrs. Solenne holds the highest priority here today."

​Naya’s face drained of color, leaving her standing there looking completely humiliated.

​She had been openly outshone and pushed aside in front of dozens of watching patrons. To make matters worse, it was by Veyra, the very woman she had looked down upon as an outsider.

​Her pride could not handle the crushing blow.

​She stomped right up to Veyra, her voice rising in a loud, demanding tone that echoed across the entrance hall.

​"What exactly is your real relationship with Wesley Wynn?" Naya demanded, her eyes wide with suspicion. "How do you really know a man like him? Why is he treating you like you are someone special?"

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