My ex, my Fiancee's Son

Chapters 20. Jonathan

I was decorating the cake when Evelyn nudged my arm. I frowned then he pointed towards a man who had just entered the cafe and was observing the atmosphere as well as other visitors.

The tall middle-aged man was filled with a bulging stomach. His face was full of jambangs and whiskers. Her hair is messy too. A man who looks like a thug with jeans and sharp eyes. The man I no longer call dad remembers his depraved treatment. I doubt he is my real father.

The man walked in deeper and it made me panic and then immediately walked up to him.

"Why are you here? How do you know this place?" ask me directly without intending to say hello or do stale and clearly show my dislike of his presence here.

"Of course I'm here to congratulate you on opening your new cafe" said Jonathan, who stared at me intently. From her breath I know she was drunk last night. The man never got a day without getting drunk.

Bullshits! I snorted loudly in response to his words. Obviously he's not someone who cares about that kind of thing. Congratulate me? Huh! In a dream he would never do it.

I'm sure he had other intentions to come here. And I don't want him messing around here. I looked around and realized some visitors were staring at us standing in the middle of the cafe.

"Let's talk outside" I said coldly and visited him for granted. I don't want to take her to sit in a cafe or talk to her in my office. It could be bad if he suddenly went berserk inside the cafe.

I sat in a chair that was deliberately placed in front of the cafe for the visitors who wanted to eat and hang out. Jonathan sat in the chair in front of me. I folded my hands on the table and started talking seriously to him.

"What do you want to talk about?" Jonathan laughed cynically and leaned his back against the chair.

"Can't you be stale to offer me a menu from your cafe."

"I hate doing useless things and believe you must have something more important to talk about." Jonathan laughed a lot. Laughter that sounds sick.

"You're getting smarter and you understand me."

I snorted in annoyance. Yeah, obviously I know how he is. The man who killed my mother and also made me her pet whore.

"My money's up and I need a hundred million."

Suddenly my anger shot out quickly and wanted to explode right then and there. I expected this to happen but has he gone mad?

"How could you possibly ask for that kind of money? Not even a month, Andrew gave you five billion, so you'd marry me and let me go of you. Then now you're asking for a hundred million. Have you gone crazy? You think I have a money-making machine so you can ask for money as you please with a big nominal."

I raised my tone and could not sit quietly. About three weeks ago Andrew gave Jonathan five billion to marry me and asked him not to see me. Butwhat? He still sees me and asks for money.

"You don't have to scream. A hundred million is not a lot of money. Andrew was so rich, he even bought you this cafe. I'm sure you've earned a lot of money from him." Jonathan spoke indifferently while re-observing the atmosphere of the cafe.

He spoke as if a hundred million was just money that could be earned so easily. He thought the money was falling from the sky. I hate him so much, how could he be my father?

"I never said that. That five billion is just money to get my approval so she can marry you. I never said I'd let you go and still ask you for money." My anger is increasing to the boiling point.

"Damn you! You're really sneaky and a jerk" I said in a loud voice in front of Jonathan. I don't care about anyone else staring at us because of my screams. Jonathan just scratched his ear and cried my words as the wind then.

"Here you go, you just have to ask your future husband for money. He won't go bankrupt if you ask for a hundred million. I was even asking for a billion."

I round my eyes in disbelief, this man in front of me is really. He must have used all that money to gamble and get drunk. It was as if the money was easy to get and I could print as I pleased.

"I'm not going to give it to him" I said at the end and it sparked Jonathan's anger.

"I only asked for one hundred million Shelina's money, not one billion. So stop being so stubborn and give me that money."

"Would never be. Even if you ask me ten thousand, I won't give it to you." The man kicked down the table and stood in front of me.

"You're so arrogant because of that rich guy." His hand stretched out quickly to grip my jaw so firmly.

"You forgot who raised you until now. Did you forget, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have met Andrew. Fucking bichth shit. You dare to challenge me now!"

I ignored the pain in my jaw and grew angry with Jonathan's words. Raised me? I wanted to laugh because the man never gave me any money. He who sells also makes me a whore and gets money from me to eat.

My eyes shot out sharply at Jonathan.

"Listen to bicth, I'll be back in a week and ask for my money. If you don't give it to me, I'll destroy your cafe." After saying that Jonathan let go of his rough hands and just left. I stared at the back of the man who was away. When Jonathan disappeared and was not seen again, I felt a pain in my jaw. Evelyn was already standing next to me and cursing. She's staring.

"Are you okay, Shelina?" Evelyn knows everything. Everyone, he knows how fucking my dad is.

"Oh my god, your jaw is flushed" Evelyn said after observing my face.

"Come, compress your face with ice." Evelyn pulled me up and guided me into the cafe.

The corner of my eye saw a woman sitting not far from my desk earlier. I looked towards the woman. I think I recognized him. My forehead shrinks. But I couldn't see her whole face because she looked down inside fiddling with her phone. The smile on his lips was a little strange.

No, it wasn't a smile but a slanted grin. I haven't been able to recognize that figure, Evelyn has pushed me into the Cafe.

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