Chapter 76: Chapter 76

Chapter 76

I crossed my arms and made it clear that I didn't want to pay any attention to him. I'd rather endure David's annoying remarks than have to see Enzo's face. But my indifference didn't make Enzo step back; he continued to smile at me.

"So, are you going out for dinner tonight?" Despite the obviousness of the situation, he still managed to ask that question. I replied casually, "I want to take my son out for dinner. Is there a problem?"

Enzo shook his head and moved closer to me. "Well, that's good, but if you're planning to dine out, I can suggest a more upscale place." His tone clearly conveyed his disdain for this restaurant, which was not considered high-end and mainly catered to the middle class and those with moderate incomes.

Upon hearing this, David blushed with anger, and he clenched his fist. I saw David's reaction and was all too familiar with Enzo's arrogance. Enzo wasn't entirely wrong, given his high status and wealth, the places he frequented were far from ordinary.

"Where I go is none of your business, and you know I don't like seeing you, so don't even mention going out to dinner with you," I said, rolling my eyes and displaying my clear disdain. What made me angry and led me to express my hatred toward Enzo often was his deliberate disregard for my displeasure.

It was only now that David spoke up. "Hey, I don't know who you are, but don't you think it's terribly rude to ruin our date like this?"

Enzo turned to look at David, his gaze icy and exuding an overwhelming sense of dominance. "Who are you? Are you talking to me?" His words were soft but carried a threatening undertone. David hesitated for a moment but still spoke loudly, "Can't you hear me? I'm talking to you. Who are you, and where did you come from to ruin our date?"

Listening to David's assertive tone, I was certain that he didn't know who Enzo was. If he knew, he surely wouldn't have acted this way. However, I didn't intervene; instead, I wanted to use this opportunity to annoy Enzo further.

"He's not wrong," I said. "You can't be so rude, Enzo. You can leave now."

I shrugged, displaying my indifference and disdain towards him. After I got rid of him, I would leave too. There was no way I could sit at the same table and talk to David anymore. In my head, I was already planning an excuse for tomorrow to have David transferred to another department.

Enzo looked at me for a while before asking, "Are you sure?" I barely registered his question and simply nodded in agreement. David was thrilled that I sided with him.

"Why are you still standing here?" David exclaimed. "Flora already said she doesn't want to see you. Get lost." His loud outburst caught the attention of nearby patrons, who turned to look at our table.

Just as David was feeling victorious for his behavior, Enzo suddenly punched him hard, causing a loud commotion that snapped me out of my thoughts. I stared in astonishment at Enzo and David.

It was the first time I had ever seen Enzo so violent and out of control. His eyes were fierce and bloodshot as he glared at David lying on the floor. While I was still in shock, several men in black suits entered and ushered all the restaurant's customers out. Within a few short minutes, it was just us left in the restaurant.

I quickly pulled Rollo behind me, feeling uneasy about the man in front of us. I was certain that Enzo had followed me here, otherwise, he wouldn't have brought so many people with him.

"Enzo, what's the meaning of all this? Bringing so many people here and chasing away the restaurant's customers? And to top it off, you even hit someone in front of a child," I couldn't help but reproach him.

Enzo glanced at me and then at Rollo, who was trembling in fear behind me. His expression immediately softened. Enzo smiled warmly as if nothing had happened and approached my son, lifting him up affectionately.

"Don't be scared, my boy. Daddy just wanted to play a little. You'll have to face much scarier things in the future, so you'll get used to it," he said.

I was discontented and wanted to take my son back, and it seemed Enzo understood that because he returned Rollo to me. He then turned to David, who was struggling to stand up, and spoke with a threatening tone in his voice.

"You're David, Mr. Cruz's son, right? Go tell your father that his company will go bankrupt by tomorrow morning." Enzo's eerie smile sent shivers down my spine, and I wasn't the only one; David looked terrified as well.

David, though scared, yelled, "Who the hell are you to say that my father's company will go bankrupt? Are you insane? Do you want to die?"

Enzo merely regarded him with disdain and disgust, as if he were a small, insignificant insect not worth his attention. He gestured casually to the nearby bodyguards. "Clean up this mess. Leaving it here bothers me. Get the restaurant manager out here."

With just one sentence, the two towering bodyguards quickly escorted David out of the restaurant. Then, the manager promptly arrived, not to reprimand Enzo for causing a scene, but to show his utmost respect, leaving me standing there in awe and amazement. I couldn't fathom the extent of power this man standing before me possessed.

Enzo turned to look at me and said to the manager, "From now on, that wretched name is not allowed to step foot in this restaurant. Prepare a new table for us now. My wife and child will have dinner here."

I felt like I was being swept along by Enzo's actions. By the time I regained my composure, all the dishes were neatly and beautifully arranged on the table. I glanced at Enzo and assessed him; his gentle and smiling demeanor was completely different from before.

"What did you mean by that just now?" I asked.

Enzo didn't answer but instead asked, "Is something wrong? Do you not like the food?" As he spoke, the restaurant manager stood nearby, sweating profusely and looking at me as if pleading for something. But I knew Enzo was just beating around the bush, and I hadn't mentioned anything about the food.

"Answer me," I said sternly. Others might be fearful of the power and pressure Enzo created, but I had grown accustomed to such things.

Enzo chuckled lightly and gestured to the manager, saying, "My wife can't drink wine." The restaurant manager seemed to understand and nodded, saying, "I'll prepare some juice."

I sighed. I should have known that Enzo would only answer the questions he wanted to and divert the conversation if necessary, making it difficult for me to return to the original question or simply give up.

This time was no different. Enzo casually said, "Tomorrow morning, you'll understand what I meant tonight. Flora, you wouldn't want to have an unpleasant conversation in front of our son, would you?"

I felt irritated and uncomfortable, but I had to admit that Enzo knew how to exploit my weaknesses and seize opportunities to make me hold my tongue.

"How is Min's health?" If he wanted to change the topic, I would change it as well.

As I had predicted, Enzo stopped and looked at me for a moment before smiling faintly and saying, "Our little one is doing better. The doctor says there's no problem at all. If you're worried about her, why don't you come home? Min is always waiting for you."

Upon hearing this, I felt a sense of mockery. At this point, Enzo continued to lie to me, and I couldn't understand why he insisted on doing so. The one suffering from depression wasn't Min; it was him. I wouldn't say that I knew everything, as I wanted to see how far Enzo would take this act.

"You also know why I won't return to that dreadful place. To me, it's all deception and restraint, with nothing good there." I laughed coldly, looking directly at Enzo, wanting him to hear every word clearly. Sometimes I couldn't fathom what Enzo was thinking, always insisting that I reconcile and return to him, even though he knew the reason I left him.

What disgusted me was not his persistence in pursuing me, but the fact that he pretended as if nothing terrible had happened between us, and more importantly, he was a talented "actor."

Enzo listened to my words, chuckled softly, and said, "So when will you finally come back home?" His voice carried a hint of choked emotion and a plea. In the past, I would have been moved by these words, but now, it was truly regrettable.

I smirked and displayed a disdainful and indifferent attitude toward his words. I wanted him to understand that I had no intention of returning to him ever again.

Enzo tightly gripped the knife he had used during the meal and asked me, "Is it because of Ron that you refuse to come back to me, isn't it?"

"Don't bring others into this issue. I'm not doing it for anyone. You know the reason better than anyone else, don't you? Don't try to blame others. Your habit of shifting blame onto others is what I despise the most," I said casually, paying no attention to Enzo's facial expression.

Our meal was immersed in gloom and tension, and even the romantic background music couldn't break the strained atmosphere between us.

After the meal, Enzo wanted to give me and Rollo a ride home, but I immediately declined. Regardless of what he said, I didn't care, and I drove my son home myself.