Beady Eyes

There had to be at least thirty pairs of eyes staring at them.

Amelia could feel the back of her neck burn from the very moment she and Matteo stepped out of his sleek black Maybach, their gazes trailing after her every movement. She had her hand looped around his as he gracefully led her to their table. As this was a high-end restaurant whereby their entire clientele only included the richest people in the city, there wasn't a need to get a private room.

On the contrary, Matteo's very intentions were to make sure they witnessed everything that happened on their dinner date.

The wealthy women of Sol City often stayed at home to be rich housewives― they had no jobs and spent most of their time dining at fancy restaurants or blasting their cash on expensive spa packages. As such, Matteo could depend on them to spread the word to everyone― their friends, their relatives, or even the beloved luxury pets in their home.