Leonel's voice was detached as he remarked, “Waiting for a response from my wife, are you?"

Ryan was stunned.

After a moment, he inquired softly, "Mr. Douglas, how did you figure it out? Did Miss Fowler mention it to you?"

Leonel shut the door gently and leaned against it.

He watched the young man in silence.

Ryan appeared calm and composed, but a hint of impatience flickered in his clear eyes. That was why he was bold enough to overstep boundaries.

“Please refer to her as Mrs. Douglas.

It's not that my wife informed me, but rather your intentions were too clear to miss. However, I assure you, she won't be responding to you."

"Is that so? Coming all the way here suggests you're not quite sure of yourself," Ryan challenged.

Leonel couldn't help but laugh. He approached Ryan and grabbed him by the collar with a sneer. “What do you really know? Do you think you know her well enough to make a move on her? Let me tell you, she wouldn't normally even glance at a guy like you. The only reason she's aware of you is because you're a complete failure."

Ryan was left speechless by this.

Leonel then released him and pushed him back against a locker.

As he straightened his clothes, Leonel's voice grew even colder.

“Ever heard of Marcus Fowler? He's my wife's younger brother, the newly appointed CEO of Fowler Group."

Ryan was familiar with the name. He knew Marcus was an immensely wealthy man, commanding a fortune in the trillions of dollars.

Ryan was puzzled, unsure of how this related to him.

With a mocking tone, Leonel asked, "Melissa is your girlfriend, isn't she? Marcus has taken a liking to her... Think about it, Ryan, where do you think your medical expenses come from? Melissa traded her emotions for that money. Have you repaid her? And yet, here you are, trying to charm a wealthy woman. Do you even have the right? Are you fully recovered? Even if a wealthy woman did show interest in you, could you really satisfy her needs?"

Ryan's face turned pale.

He clutched his chest and couldn't bring himself to meet Leonel's gaze.

With a smirk still playing on his lips, Leonel suddenly grabbed Ryan's arm. He scribbled a phone number on it. The pen's tip almost pierced his skin, but Ryan didn't dare resist.