From Doormat to Tycoon: The Rise of the Useless Husband

Chapter 5

“Yes, Serena! Why would I lie? Do something now!Talk to Michael. Tell him to talk to the manager. I’m not standing out here like some beggar! This is humiliating! My future son-in-law is a platinum member of this restaurant—I have every right to be inside!” Tessa shouted.

“Mom, I’ll tell him right away. We’ll get you inside, and they’ll regret treating you like this. Just wait a few minutes,” Serena said before ending the call, her voice filled with anger.

She slammed her glass down, startling Michael, who sat across from her. “Damon followed me here. I knew it. That leech doesn’t know when to give up! And my mother is stuck outside now because of him. God damn knows what trick he used!”

Michael raised a brow, his voice calm but laced with arrogance. “Don’t worry. The manager here, Vincent, is a friend. I’ll get your mother in. And that bastard? We’ll deal with him later.”

Serena felt a small spark of satisfaction. Michael won’t let this go. They’ll regret it.

Michael pulled out his phone with practiced confidence and dialed.

The line connected.

“Michael, this better not be about that woman outside,” Vincent’s voice snapped through the speaker, sharp and unamused.

Michael blinked. “It is. That’s my fiancée’s mother. Just let her in—”

“She’s making a scene. And frankly, I’m already regretting letting you in tonight,” Vincent growled. “Do you even know who’s here?”

Michael frowned. “Some VIP, I assume?”

“Not just any VIP,” Vincent hissed. “Simon Scott and the CEO of Vespera Corporation are hosting someone even more important upstairs. I’m not risking that guest’s experience over your girlfriend’s mother!”

“One more outburst from her, not only will she be banned, you and your little girlfriend are out too. Permanently.”

The call cut.

Michael stared at his phone for a beat, his face stormy.

Simon Scott was not just anyone. He was  the president of the city's largest chamber of commerce, and the right-hand man of one of the most influential figures in the business world. And the CEO of Vespera Corporation? That was a man who held the power to make or break careers.

They were someone he could not afford to offend. And here he was, dragged into unnecessary trouble because of Serena’s mother’s arrogance.

 That damn woman! 

He turned sharply to Serena. “Tell your mother to go home. Now.”

Serena’s brows furrowed. “What? Michael, she’ll lose it—”

“If she doesn’t leave, we’re getting kicked out too. The CEO of Vespera Corporation is here. And someone even more powerful than him. Do you want to lose your deal?”

Serena hesitated, her nails digging into her palm. “No… of course not.”

“Then make the call.”

She nodded stiffly and pressed dial.

“Mom,” she said as soon as the line picked up, her voice low and tight. “You need to leave. Now.”

“What?! Serena, are you out of your mind?!”

“If you don’t go now, Michael’s membership will be revoked. The manager’s furious. There are important people here—people who could end my partnership with Vespera.”

Tessa gasped. “That’s not my problem—”

“If you don’t leave now,” Serena snapped, “don’t bother calling me again. You’ve embarrassed me enough.”

Silence.

Then a bitter huff. “Fine. But you owe me this.”

The call ended.

Serena dropped the phone onto the table, exhaling slowly.

“She’s gone,” she muttered.

Michael nodded, tension easing slightly. “Good.”

They sat in silence for a moment before curiosity crept back into Serena’s voice.

“Who do you think the third guest is?”

Michael’s eyes gleamed. “Someone big. If the CEO of Vespera and Simon Scott are acting like assistants tonight, that person must have real power.”

Serena’s gaze turned thoughtful. “If we could just meet him…”

Michael smirked. “If we play it right tonight, maybe we will.”

Serena’s eyes narrowed. “And meanwhile, that bastard Damon just walks in like a king.”

Michael chuckled. “Forget him. He’s nothing. But that VIP? That’s someone worth chasing.”

 Meanwhile, at the top floor of the restaurant.

“Where is Boss? Are they still making him wait?” Anthony’s voice was low as he glanced at the elevator. He paced the room, his fists clenched, barely holding back his frustration.

 Simon sat calmly at the table, his fingers pressed together, looking thoughtful. “Relax, Anthony. He’ll be here soon. I’m sure the manager has taken care of it.”

 “Relax?” Anthony snapped, turning to Simon. “Boss isn’t the kind of man who likes to be kept waiting or made angry.”

 Simon raised an eyebrow, still calm. “If they were making him wait and upsetting him, he would have called you again by now.”

 Anthony glared at him but said nothing. He just kept pacing, fear clear in every step.

 The elevator dinged softly, and both men turned as the doors slid open. Damon stepped out, his presence filling the room. His face was calm, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that made Anthony stand up straight immediately.

 “Boss,” Anthony said with a slight bow, his voice tight with relief. “You’re here.”