Reclaiming Love A Billionaires Redemption

He walked into the bar and stood a few feet from the door, his eyes scanning around the bar. He was dressed in black shirts with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and black suit trousers and a very expensive-looking wristwatch on his left wrist, complimenting his rich looks.

"This way to the VIP section sir" the guard at the door welcomed him, trying to lead him to his regular section. He was a regular VIP customer and every time he came, he went directly upstairs.

"Don't worry, I'll grab a quick drink at the bar" he waved the guy aside, still scanning the bar.

Soft gasps escaped the lips of people who were in the bar. It was barely six pm and was definitely not the time to find Jack Antonio in a bar.

Jack Antonio was top five richest guys in California. He owned a few businesses scattered around the city and country. His father was a tourist and a big lover of gems so he collected gems, gold, and any other precious stone he could find during his travels. It was after his retirement that he decided to set up a jewelry store and museum to display his arts and precious stones. He himself owned two hotels, one in California and the other in New York. He also owned a construction company that was the biggest in the city. He was a fucking self-made multi-millionaire.

"A shot of Blanco tequila" he ordered as he settled on the seat in front of the bar counter. He let his eyes wander around the bar, it was a bit empty, except for a few people who had come to meet up or grab drinks.

"Here" the bartender placed the shot in front of him and flashed him a smile. He picked the shot and downed it all in one gulp, letting the drink burn down his throat. He typed into his phone, and a few seconds later, he was on his way out.

He walked out of the bar towards his black Mercedes AMG CLS 53 that was parked outside. He had 30 minutes before his big meeting.

He drove off and arrived twenty-five minutes at the huge headquarters of the company he was to close a deal with.

Stepping into the headquarters of Brook Automobiles, he readjusted his suit and walked swiftly to the reception desk.

"Meeting with Neil Brook." she stated, facing the beautiful secretary who looked up from the computer.

"Use that elevator that way, the boardroom is on the third floor. Mr. Brook is expecting you" she stated politely, typing into the computer.