He grabbed an expensive bottle of wine from the table and smashed it at my feet.
Crash!
Wine splashed across my face, adding to my humiliation.
"Ha! Pathetic loser. Now I've got Leila to cover my tab. I can smash as many bottles as I want and she'll pay for it. But you?" He grinned. "You're finished."
Leila watched me with that same mocking smile. "Don't glare at me like you want to tear me apart. If you've got money, pay the bill and walk out."
"Ha! What money? He couldn't pay this bill if his life depended on it."
"Those dishes, the bottles of wine they've already uncorked—the total alone would make him choke."
"He's nothing but a kept husband. Without her, he's nobody."
To make sure my humiliation was complete, Leila rose from her seat, her cold gaze sweeping the room.
"Anyone who helps Rick out of this mess becomes my enemy—and an enemy of the Galloway family."
Everyone in Capital City knew the Galloways were the wealthiest family around. No one would dare cross Leila.
A few business partners I'd worked with—people I thought were friends—started to stand up. But the moment Leila's warning landed, they sank back into their chairs, afraid she'd notice them moving.