"No need."
Joel Russo withdrew his hand and responded indifferently.
"I've said I would trust her. To investigate now would be like slapping my own face."
"But not all rumors are necessarily false..."
Vincent couldn't help but add more, truly never having expected the boss to be so blindly trusting of a woman to this extent.
Joel stood up and walked over to the window. His tall figure slightly turned as he watched the black sedan slowly come to a stop below. The corners of his lips curved slightly.
"As long as I want to believe, even the false can become true."
His low and mellow voice was neither warm nor fiery, yet Vincent distinctly heard a rampant pride and an imperious air of arrogance within it.
His heart shook. This version of the boss wasn't unfamiliar to him. In every business meeting where life and death decisions were made, he had always boldly broken the cauldrons and sunk the boats, cutting down all opposition and forging a new path amidst adversity.
That type of confidence and capability had subdued countless people.
But that was only in business.
He had never seen the boss act this way toward a woman!
Yet it was precisely because of Joel's words that, from that moment on, Vincent thoroughly regarded Arabella Vanderbilt as the half-mistress in his heart.
The reason was simple. He always believed—
Whatever the boss took a liking to, he was bound to possess.
After all, she would be his mistress eventually, so why bother with such doubts in this situation.
"Go downstairs and tell the manager that we're not conducting business today."
"Yes!"
Vincent didn't hesitate at Joel's sudden instruction, promptly responding and leaving the private room.
At the entrance of Wish Pavilion, the driver rolled down the window, gradually revealing Rosy Roberts' serious face. Victor Vanderbilt and Naomi Rein sat on either side, all of them looking towards the entrance of Wish Pavilion.
The servant in the passenger seat got out of the car to take a number for the queue.
"This restaurant is really popular; it's a pity that the boss doesn't think of opening a branch."
"That's the unique selling point of this restaurant. Each chef's skill is different, and even when making the same dish, the taste can vary greatly. If they open a branch, sooner or later it would ruin the reputation!"
Rosy said, her heart filled with doubts. She had heard of the prosperity of Wish Pavilion when she was young, and decades later, there still wasn't a single branch.
To neglect such a guaranteed profitable business, this boss was truly capricious.
It seemed there were far fewer people here today than usual. After missing out so many times, thanks to Juliana's luck, it looked like they'd finally get to enjoy a feast.
But at this moment, she watched as the servant tasked with taking a number just reached the ticket machine and was directly stopped, not even allowed to take a number.
Rosy's brow furrowed in an instant.
Having lived for so many years, if she couldn't tell that this was deliberate, then she really had lived for nothing.
Even more obvious was that the people behind their own had successfully taken a number and joined the queue!
"What does this mean?" Naomi also expressed shock, "Why are they targeting us so obviously?"
Clearly, the servant responsible for queuing also noticed this, and was reasoning with them.
Rosy narrowed her eyes and stared ahead. It wasn't long before she saw the servant walking back with a cold face.
"What happened?" Rosy asked in a stern voice.
"Old Madam, they said they're not doing business today."
"Nonsense! People just took numbers after you! Why were you the only one refused?!"
Seeing Rosy's complexion turning grim, Naomi raised her voice sharply, reprimanding.
The servant felt wronged, equally perplexed and at a loss.
"I'll go down and have a look!"