Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 178: Room For Negotiation
Few hours earlier...
The soft hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of silverware echoed through the elegant interior of Scheur’s, one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city, renowned for its masterful fusion dishes. Sunlight filtered through the large arched windows, casting golden patterns across the pristine white tablecloths. Evander sat alone at a corner table, a cup of black coffee in front of him, its steam curling lazily into the air.
Evander’s sharp eyes flicked to his watch—Kai Robinson was ten minutes late.
With a faint click of annoyance, he brought the cup to his lips, taking a measured sip. His reflection mirrored back at him from the glossy window as he gazed outside, the city bustling beyond the glass.
I should’ve known this bastard wouldn’t be on time, he mused silently, his jaw tightening. He hadn’t wanted to meet Kai at all, but ignoring him entirely would only make the man more persistent. This was easier. And besides, it gave Evander the perfect opportunity to toy with him.
The rhythmic tap of polished shoes broke through his thoughts. Evander’s cold eyes shifted toward the entrance, watching as Kai Robinson sauntered in, a confident—almost smug—grin spread across his face. He was dressed immaculately in a tailored gray suit, though the disheveled way he carried himself hinted at arrogance rather than true class.
"Evander, my man! Sorry for being late," Kai announced with a broad grin, sliding into the seat across from him.
Evander barely withheld a sneer as he watched Kai Robinson settle into the seat across from him, all ease and arrogance.
My man?
How dare he act like they had known each other for years?
They had met exactly once before. One brief, forgettable encounter that should have meant nothing. And yet, here Kai was, talking like they were old friends catching up over drinks.
The thought alone made Evander want to puke.
He leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping idly against the polished surface of the table, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. Kai was the kind of man Evander had spent his entire life avoiding—loud, overly familiar, and entirely too convinced of his own charm.
Everything about him grated on Evander’s nerves.
The way he sprawled in his chair like he owned the place. The way he smirked, like he was in on some private joke that Evander had no interest in hearing. The way his tone dripped with the kind of false camaraderie that people used when they wanted something.
Evander wasn’t a fool.
Kai Robinson hadn’t come here just to chat.
No, there was a reason behind this sudden display of friendliness, and Evander wasn’t about to pretend otherwise.
Evander didn’t smile. Instead, he gestured calmly to the empty chair. "Please, sit."
If this clown were my business partner, I’d break the deal immediately, Evander thought, masking his irritation behind a neutral facade. Ten minutes late and he doesn’t even flinch. Typical Robinson.
Kai grabbed the leather-bound menu, flipping through it lazily before setting it down. "So, what should we order? I heard their seafood platter’s amazing."
Evander didn’t even glance at the menu. "I actually don’t have much time," he said smoothly, folding his hands in front of him. "So, if you could get to the point, I’d appreciate it."
It was subtle, but deliberate—a small warning wrapped in politeness. A way of telling Kai that Evander had no intention of entertaining him for longer than necessary.
Kai, however, didn’t seem the least bit affected.
Evander hadn’t come here to have a nice lunch with Kai Robinson.
The very idea was laughable.
He had agreed to this meeting for one reason and one reason only—to find out what Kai wanted and be done with it. So, when Kai casually flipped through the menu, acting as if they were here to enjoy a leisurely meal, Evander barely contained his irritation.
Typical.
Kai had always struck him as someone who enjoyed wasting other people’s time. Whether it was through meaningless chatter, self-indulgent theatrics, or unnecessary social pleasantries, he seemed to thrive on dragging things out.
But Evander wasn’t interested in playing along.
Kai chuckled, as if Evander’s sharp tone was some kind of joke. "Always straight to business, huh? I respect that."
Evander’s cold stare didn’t waver.
Kai cleared his throat, a flicker of unease flashing across his face before he masked it with a confident smile. "Alright, here’s the thing. I know you’re the owner of The Royals Hotel."
Evander lifted a brow. "I am. And?"
Kai leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, his voice dropping into something he probably thought sounded persuasive. "I’m getting married soon. Big event, high-profile. I wanted The Royals as the venue—it’s the perfect spot—but it’s fully booked."
Evander took another slow sip of his coffee, savoring the bitterness. "That’s unfortunate."
"Yeah, real shame." Kai forced a laugh. "But I figured someone like you could, you know... make things happen." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Evander set his cup down with a soft clink, his smirk barely visible. So that’s what this is about.
"The Royals has a strict schedule. Fully booked means fully booked," Evander replied with cold tone.
Evander resisted the urge to sigh.
Does he not understand what ’fully booked’ means?
Was Kai Robinson illiterate or just incredibly dense?
Because Evander had made himself perfectly clear. Yet here Kai was, still pushing, as if the weight of his own arrogance could somehow bend reality to his will.
Evander had dealt with men like Kai before—men who believed that rules were mere suggestions, that the world would rearrange itself to accommodate them. And honestly? He found them tiresome.
If Kai thought persistence would get him anywhere, he was sorely mistaken.
At this point, I already know what he;s going to do next.
Kai’s smile didn’t falter. Instead, he reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a crisp check. With a flick of his wrist, he slid it across the table, the paper stopping just in front of Evander.
"There’s always room for negotiation, right?
