Once, he fell in love with a married woman, and he barged into her house that night, forcing her to leave with him.
Meanwhile, her husband stood at the corner, trembling in fear. He did not have the guts to put up any resistance.
Now that Zeke stopped him from shaking Lacey's hand, Charles was determined to make him suffer.
Charles retracted his hand and did not shake Zeke's hand.
The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward and tense.
At that moment, Josephine continued her story, “Charles, Lacey and I want a seat at the VIP section to pray. However, this security guard refuses to give us one. I made it clear that I'm your girlfriend, but he would not budge, even on your account.”
Before they knew it, Charles projected his anger toward Zeke on the security guard.
He did not hesitate to plant a slap across the security guard's face. “You are an imbecile! It is an honor to have such a beautiful lady to pray here. How dare you stop her? Get out of my sight right now, and I better not spot you in Corleon ever again. Otherwise, I will make you disappear from the face of Earth.”
“Yes, sir!”
Feeling terrified, the security guard fervently nodded before he scrambled out.
After collecting his emotions, Charles looked at Lacey again with a warm smile and spoke to her in a friendly tone. “Mrs. Williams, we welcome you to Corleon. If you'd like to get a seat in the VIP area to pray, I'll arrange it right away. It's no problem at all.”
Lacey quickly thanked him.
“I'm doing what I can. Let's go.”
With Zeke and Missy behind her, Lacey followed Charles toward a seat at the front row.
Josephine beamed with pride as she boasted, “How is this, Lacey? I told you I'll arrange a seat for you, and I did, didn't I?”
“Thank you,” Lacey politely thanked her too.
When they arrived at the front seats, Charles turned back only to realize that Zeke had followed them too.
His face darkened. “Look, Mrs. Williams, the people who reserved the seats are high-ranking officials that I cannot afford to offend. The seat I'm giving you belongs to my father, and there is only one left. Therefore, only you can take this seat. As for your husband and daughter, I'm afraid I can't do anything for them.”
“Oh, I see.” That put Lacey in a difficult spot.
“Well, if that is so, I'll first thank you for your warm welcome. But I think my husband and I will join the crowd outside instead. We shall not trouble you.”
Then, Lacey took Zeke's hand and was ready to leave.
Anyway, she did not intend to stay here in the first place. Therefore, she pounced at an excuse to get out of there.
Nonetheless, Charles could not bear to see her leave.
He quickly stopped her. “Mrs. Williams, why don't I get the security guards to add two stools beside the VIP seat, so your husband and daughter can sit there. Wouldn't this be better than squeezing with the people outside?”
He did not even give Lacey the chance to reject him and instructed the security guards.
Arrogantly, Josephine taunted, “Zeke, shouldn't you thank Charles? Even though you don't have the VIP seat, this is an honor for you. Without Charles, you will probably never get the chance to experience such special treatment.”
Zeke snorted.
They sure have the guts to say such shameless things.
It did not take long before the security guards brought two stools over.
It was low, and when a fully grown adult sat on it, it looked no different from squatting. Without a doubt, it was uncomfortable.
That was not the worst part of it.
The people that surrounded them were sitting in luxurious VIP sofas. To sit in a corner on stools was a humiliating experience, where they would have been better off joining the crowd outside.
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