Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Unable to resist Alfred’s persistent nagging, Terence glanced around and decided to stop his electric bike.

He walked into a late-night restaurant by the street and shared his location with Alfred.

“Sir, what would you like to order?” The middle-aged restaurant owner approached, wiping his hands with a towel.

“Well, I’ll have a pot of clam chowder, a plate of buffalo-style chicken wings, a plate of beef stir-fry with noodles, and a plate of mac and cheese…” Hearing Terence order almost every dish on the menu, the restaurant owner was astonished.

“Sir, are you sure you can finish all that food by yourself?” “Hehe, I haven’t had a taste of hometown dishes in a long time, so I’ll indulge a bit more.” Terence insisted.

Without hesitation, the restaurant owner prepared the food as requested, without doubting whether he could afford it.

After about half an hour, all the late-night snacks were served, filling the entire table.

Terence was in high spirits, ready to savor every dish.

At that moment, the sound of motorcycle engines came from outside the restaurant, and a group of young men and women walked in.

It was Marilyn and her group once again.

They got off their motorcycles and were discussing a hot topic in town.

“Wow, does that mean our rundown place is going to thrive?” “I heard

wealthy investor, our nightlife is going to be even better.” “I wonder if this wealthy man is looking for some female companionship? Hehe…”

fantasy because she believed the life of a billionaire

walked in and saw Terence,

“Do you think you can finish all that late-night snacks by yourself?” “Haha, mind if we join you?” A group of young men

restaurant owner

respecting your elders? I’m warning you, don’t mess around in my shop!” “Haha,

aren’t you?” The group gathered around Terence, and although they didn’t sound threatening, their numbers made it difficult for most people to

Suddenly, a deep voice with a murderous aura

back and were scared

door, Alfred arrived with dozens of

unmatched

They were professionals.

trembled with

wondered who the person in charge

Alfred walked in confidently.

and the others naturally dispersed, realizing that this old man was not someone to mess

saying, “Old Mr. Quillen, we have arrived.” Good.” Terence

young people thought he