The dinner started out as a casual gathering, but Joe Gorga had other plans. With a smirk and a sip of his wine, he dropped the bombshell that sent the whole table into fits of laughter—except for one person.
“Luis, his business mind? It’s like a paper boat in a storm. It always sinks before it can set sail!” Joe quipped, shaking his head in fake pity. The jab landed hard, making Luis Ruelas’ face tighten as the others struggled to contain their amusement. But Joe wasn’t done yet.
“He’s got his $2.5 million house locked up and still thinks he’s a financial genius. Who knows? Maybe he’s planning to switch to the foreclosure business next,” Joe added, his sarcasm slicing through the air like a dagger.
Luis sat there, his face turning redder by the second. His usual confident demeanor cracked under the weight of Joe’s relentless mockery. The laughter around the table wasn’t just at the joke—it was at him. He clenched his jaw, gripping his fork like he wanted to launch it across the table.
If looks could kill, Joe Gorga would have been buried six feet under before dessert. But Joe, ever the instigator, just leaned back, poured himself another drink, and smirked.
Would Luis fire back? Or would he sit there, stewing in humiliation, while Joe continued to dismantle his so-called “business mind” in front of everyone? One thing was clear—this wasn’t just dinner. This was war. 🔥
