He felt comparing Alexis to Vanessa was an insult to Alexis.

Alexis wouldn't latch onto a man for his wealth over a meal, nor would she contemplate marrying someone solely for a semblance of pride.

Leonel suddenly could see why he was drawn to Alexis.

Alexis possessed numerous qualities that others lacked.

Born with privilege, she never settled for anything less; she always liked the previous incarnation of Leonel, not the tainted one he'd now become.

This realization subtly shifted his mood.

Alexis didn't return his glance; she was engrossed with a client, an elderly lady.

Post a brief repast and business banter, she escorted her guest out and turned back to settle the tab.

However, Leonel had already taken care of it. Alexis pondered for a moment, and then approached him. "Thanks!"

Leonel sat up straight.

Even in Vanessa's presence, his gaze towards Alexis bore the unmistakable intensity of a man looking at a woman.

Alexis nodded subtly. "Do you have a minute?"

Leonel reached for his wallet and pulled out a few hundred-dollar bills.

He placed them on the table and said to Alexis, "Let's roll!"

Alexis furrowed her brows slightly, glancing at Vanessa, and then remarked, "No need! It's just a quick talk!"

But Leonel insisted.

He gestured to Vanessa and then grasped Alexis' arm, leaving the restaurant.

Vanessa remained seated by herself.

She struggled to control her breathing, cursing inwardly. Leonel was such a cad! Worse than any man she'd ever encountered! He was stringing the Smith family along while pandering at Alexis’ feet.

A genuine rogue, a fucking scoundrel!