Mistaken Identity

-=Gabby's Point of View=-

"Hi there, gorgeous. Would you mind if I joined you?" I heard someone ask from my left.

"I apologize, but I'm waiting for someone," I answered with a smile, and I noticed how my smile affected him.

Since I walked into this bar, I've declined so many offers that I've stopped counting them.

I was able to gain entry into one of the country's most exclusive and difficult-to-access bars thanks to my connections.

Therefore, the vast majority of patrons in this establishment are people of high social status, financial means, or possibly both.

Actually, I wasn't lying when I said that I was waiting for someone earlier when I was approached by those guys who were trying to hit on me.

I was really waiting for someone, but it seems that I'm just waiting in vain.

I've been in this bar for almost two hours now, and I've already drunk three glasses of orange juice since I don't really drink liquor.

After thirty minutes had passed, my hopes of finally meeting that person had begun to fade, but I had faith in the information provided by my source that he would be here.

My information comes from a person who worked for the same company as my source. As a result, he is in a position to know where his boss spends most of his time, and he claims that this is his boss's preferred place.

I told myself, with a sense of disappointment, "Maybe he's not really coming," and I was about to ask for my bill when my gaze moved to the entrance of the bar. I became ecstatic when I finally saw the person I'd been waiting for since the moment I walked into the bar.

When I turned my attention to the newcomer, it felt as though the entire world had come to a stop.

Because he is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, it should come as no surprise that almost all of the women in this bar are looking at him with such longing in their eyes, while the men are looking at him irritably, feeling envious of his attractiveness, and the fact that their dates are looking at the newcomer.

At the age of twenty-seven, he already had a solid reputation.

At the age of twenty-seven, he had already established his empire, and he is already one of those few Filipino billionaires making a fortune with his diverse range of businesses, which include mobile networks, some of the most famous resorts both in and outside the Philippines, five-star hotels, and restaurants all over the world.

It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that almost everyone is interested in learning more about him and, even more so, in getting closer to him. However, I am not one of those people.

I will freely admit that I was keeping an eye out for him, but that has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I wanted to establish a connection with him to receive something favorable from him.

"Finally," I thought to myself, with a satisfied smile on my lips.