Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 179: Shattered Pride

Evander’s gaze dropped to the cheque resting on the white linen tablecloth. The crisp paper, stark against the muted tones of the restaurant, bore an amount that might make most people waver. But for Evander, it was nothing more than a shallow attempt at persuasion.

He lifted the paper between two fingers, his cold, calculating eyes scanning the numbers before letting out a soft chuckle. The sound, low and mocking, cut through the heavy silence. "Bribery, huh?" Evander mused, tilting his head slightly as he eyed Kai. "You really pulled out your last resort."

Kai forced a grin, though the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying his irritation. "I thought it was a generous offer."

Evander leaned back in his chair, the soft leather creaking under his weight. He crossed his arms, his tailored suit perfectly framing his relaxed, yet dominant posture. "Tell me, Kai, what do you think this amount of money will actually do?" His tone was laced with amusement, eyes glinting with a predator’s patience.

Kai’s smile faltered, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table. "If it’s not enough, I can give you more. Just name the price."

Evander raised an eyebrow, the barest twitch of his lip hinting at a smirk. "That desperate, huh?"

The air thickened with tension. Evander tapped the edge of the cheque against the table, the repetitive sound deliberate, meant to test Kai’s patience.

"Why so insistent on The Royals?" Evander asked, finally setting the cheque down and folding his hands together. "There are plenty of venues. Decent ones too—not quite The Royals, but they’ll do."

Kai’s jaw clenched for a split second before he plastered on another grin. "My bride wants The Royals. It’s her dream."

Evander leaned back slightly, observing the man in front of him with cool detachment. Kai’s words were smooth, but there was something about the way his jaw clenched before he spoke that gave him away.

So, the fiancée is the one pulling the strings.

It was almost amusing. Kai Robinson, the self-assured, overconfident man who walked in here like they were old friends, was now practically groveling to secure a venue. Not just any venue—The Royals. And for what? Because his bride wanted it?

Evander had to bite back a smirk.

How predictable.

Kai was obviously head over heels for this woman, to the point of making a fool of himself. If he had any pride, he would’ve just accepted that The Royals was fully booked and moved on. But no, here he was, practically begging, trying to bribe his way in. All because his fiancée had set her heart on it.

Blind devotion like that was dangerous.

Evander had seen it before—men who let their emotions make their decisions for them, who mistook obsession for love. It always ended the same way: disappointment, regret, and in some cases, complete ruin.

And yet, despite knowing this, there was something almost entertaining about watching someone else stumble into that trap.

He studied Kai carefully. Was he even aware of how pathetic he looked? Probably not. Love had a way of making people blind to their own foolishness.

Evander had no intention of helping him.

If Kai wanted to waste his time chasing after some unrealistic fantasy for his fiancée, that was his problem. But Evander wasn’t about to bend the rules of The Royals just because some love-struck fool couldn’t say no to his bride.

Evander’s eyes narrowed, the smirk fully forming now. "And what if you don’t get The Royals? She’s going to call off the wedding?"

Kai’s smile cracked, the muscles in his jaw working furiously as he fought back the urge to lash out. "That’s not—"

"I’m just saying," Evander interrupted, his voice smooth, "if she’s that picky over a venue, imagine what she’ll be like when it actually matters."

Kai’s knuckles whitened around the armrest of his chair, though his lips curled into a stiff smile. "I can handle it."

"Can you?" Evander’s question lingered in the air, heavy and intentional.

He took the cheque and slid it back across the table to Kai, the thin paper gliding effortlessly on the polished surface. "I don’t do business like this. Take your money and find another venue. I’m sure there’s something... suitable out there that’ll satisfy her."

Kai’s face flushed with anger, though he masked it quickly, pocketing the cheque with a tight nod. "You’re making a mistake."

Indeed.

But not in the way Kai meant. The only mistake Evander had made today was wasting his time by sitting here, listening to this nonsense.

He should’ve left the moment Kai started with his fake pleasantries, should’ve walked away the second he realized this was nothing more than a desperate attempt to sway him. But no, he had entertained it, let the man talk, even allowed himself a moment of amusement at Kai’s pitiful display.

That was the real mistake.

He had far more important things to do than indulge the delusions of some love-drunk fool.

If Kai had any sense, he would’ve known from the start that this was a lost cause.

Evander had built The Royals on exclusivity, on prestige that couldn’t be bought with a mere cheque—no matter how many zeroes were on it.

And yet, Kai thought he could sit across from him, slide a bribe over the table, and expect him to cave?

Pathetic.

Evander stood, buttoning his suit jacket with practiced ease. The soft click of the button echoed the finality of his decision. He looked down at Kai, his height and presence casting a shadow over the seated man.

"Good luck, Kai," Evander said, voice calm but edged with subtle mockery. "You’ll need it, especially keeping up with her demands. Sounds like a full-time job."

Kai’s jaw ticked, but he kept his composure, managing a strained smile. Evander didn’t wait for a response. He turned, his polished shoes tapping against the marble floor as he strode away, leaving Kai fuming in his seat, pride bruised and plans crumbling.

As Evander stepped out into the cool night air, he allowed himself a rare, satisfied smirk. The game had been too easy.