The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 160

The restaurant's restroom had a garden-style design. The background music was the soothing sound of flowing water and birds chirping, with the pleasant aroma lingering in the air.

Paisley stood by the sink, taking a moment to collect herself. She still wasn't used to socializing in such complex circles. It wasn't that she couldn't handle it—she just didn't want to waste her energy on such meaningless interactions.

Just then, a man walked out of the men's restroom while talking on the phone. "Come on, don't be mad. I'll be home tonight."

He was well-dressed, with a deep, magnetic voice and eyes full of amusement. From the tone of his voice, he was probably coaxing his girlfriend or wife.

"I just came to drop by my daughter's birthday party. I promised the kid I'd show up. Don't worry, I won't be staying the night—I'll be back in Brightmoor tonight.

"Yeah, yeah, that old hag disgusts me. She even has a scar on her stomach—I don't even want to touch her!

"You're the cutest, the prettiest. Alright, be good and wait for me tonight, love you!"

Paisley frowned. It was obvious that he wasn't talking to his wife or girlfriend but to his mistress.

After ending the call, the man walked over to the sink to wash his hands, finally noticing Paisley standing there. His eyes lit up instantly. "Hey, you look familiar. Have we met before?"

Paisley felt repulsed and quickly washed her hands. The man, however, wasn't discouraged. Instead, his smile deepened. He pulled a business card from his pocket and offered it to her. "This is my private number. Give me a call if you're interested."

At that moment, Isabella happened to be walking toward the restroom and saw the whole interaction. She immediately recognized the man standing next to Paisley. It wasn't just anyone—it was Millie's father, Nate.

Her instincts kicked in, and she carefully backed away before turning and rushing back excitedly to Vivian.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Vivian asked, looking at Isabella with slight disdain. She had never thought highly of the woman—considering her short-sighted, obsessed with petty gains, and nothing more than a gossiping shrew.

Isabella glanced around before leaning in closer to Vivian and whispering, "I just saw Mr. Morgan by the restroom."

Vivian's smile widened, her expression full of happiness. "Oh, my husband's here?"

"Yes." Isabella deliberately emphasized her next words. "Ms. Sutton was there too."

Vivian's face stiffened for a brief moment. "So?"

Isabella grew more anxious. "I saw Mr. Morgan give Ms. Sutton his business card. He even told her to call him if she was interested."

"What did you just say?" Vivian's voice rose sharply, catching the attention of those around her. She quickly lowered it again, glaring at Isabella. "Are you making up lies to slander my husband?"

Isabella flinched slightly. "How could I possibly slander Mr. Morgan? We know what kind of person he is. But not everyone does."

She cast a meaningful glance toward Serena, who was playing with Millie nearby.

Vivian's expression darkened. "What are you trying to say?"