Blind Date Turned Proposal

Chapter 788 The Wife Of A Friend

Chapter 788 The Wife Of A Friend 

It read: Director of Bank of Wavery. Mr. Shaw.

The bank director appeared extremely refined, unbuttoning a button on his coat. After exchanging some pleasantries, he asked, “Is Ms. Warren alone?”

“Yes.” Josie remained poised, her keen observation skills allowing her to see through the person in front of her. That man was here to cause trouble.

The exchange of glances revealed a formidable character.

“I’m also alone.” Zachariah looked toward the stage. At that moment, many people in the banquet hall were dancing. Seemingly struck by an idea, he asked, “I wonder if Ms. Warren would be interested in having a dance?”

Josie hadn’t guessed that he was there to cause trouble. She instinctively wanted to refuse, but then she heard him say, “Mr. Campbell has a partnership with our bank. If you want to meet him, I can help.”

Josie swallowed the refusal that had reached the tip of her tongue. He was a figure in the banking world, and she couldn’t afford to offend him. She placed her hand on his extended invitation gesture and said, “My dancing might not be very good. Please be understanding.”

Zachariah, hands clasped behind his back, led her into the center. No one would turn down a spectacle. and for a moment, all attention was focused on them.

Every step Josie took was precise, making her and Zachariah the center of attention. Zachariah leaned in slightly. “I can’t help but feel a sense of guilt.”

“Huh?”

Zachariah’s smile didn’t reach his eyes as he said, “As the old saying goes, one should not covet his friend’s wife.”

Josie’s expression changed. “Mr. Shaw-” novelbin

Indeed, Zachariah was a friend of Dexter.

Before the sentence could be finished, Zachariah interrupted, “Ms. Warren, you are truly capable. In all the years I’ve known Dexter, you are the first person to achieve so much.”

The dance continued. A surge of frustration rose in Josie’s chest as she understood why Zachariah had appeared. She tried to break free from his grip forcefully, but unexpectedly, she was spun around and thrown out. Unaware of the situation, the onlookers thought it was part of the dance and applauded enthusiastically.

Josie’s movements were somewhat stiff. “Please behave yourself. Dexter and I are on the verge of a divorce, so it’s inaccurate to call me your friend’s wife. Besides, I didn’t entirely choose to be in this situation, so perhaps you could refrain from condemning me?”

Zachariah broke into a smile, revealing his teeth. He looked rather charming.

Supporting her to stand, Zachariah’s smile faded. “I won’t condemn you.”

In the next moment, he suddenly raised his voice. “Ms Warren, you’re indeed impressive, truly worthy of your former title as Mrs Russell’s wife. Would you be willing to grace us with a solo dance at today’s event for everyone’s enjoyment?”

The words were sharp, revealing his malice without trying to hide it. For a moment, the room fell into at silence so deep one could hear a pin drop as everyone exchanged uneasy glances.

Josie’s position was undeniably awkward. She had already declared her intention to clean up. If she backed. out then, it would be like inviting everyone to look down on her, or in other words, devaluing herself. If she didn’t back out, she feared that there would definitely be people gossiping behind her back, accusing her of being narrow-minded.

Regardless, Zachariah carried an unmistakable hostility, making his stance clear. He intended to make her feel uncomfortable.

Zachariah had already let go of her hand and left first. With that, the unrelated people scattered, not wanting to get involved in the mess. Only Josie was left in the central position. The situation was quite embarrassing.

Arnold was actually present that day, keeping a low profile in the corner. Seeing the commotion, he was about to step in to help Josic, but someone grabbed his hand in the next second. It was Summer. Her tone was icy cold when she said, “You better not go up there. Avoid bringing shame to the Olsen family and giving the media something to write about.”

Arnold sharpened his gaze.

With a warm smile, Summer picked up a glass of wine and said, “I’ll go.”

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