Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1768

Charles sarcastically gestured to the stool. “Mr. Williams, please take a seat. The ceremony is about to start, and you wouldn't want to waste any more time.”

Finally, Lacey could not stand it.

She would never allow her husband and daughter to receive such humiliating treatment.

“Forget about it. We shall go outside and join the rest of the people,” she snapped before turning to leave with Zeke.

Yet, Charles stopped her again. “Stop right there. I will not repeat myself for the third time. Are you looking down on me by rejecting me again? After all, I'm the son of the head of the Ministry of Sacred. In the future, I will take over his position too. If you act like this in public, it puts me to shame.”

Charles decided that he had to do things the hard way since she did not respond well when he acted nice.

At the end of the day, she was going to be his toy in bed.

Their little spat attracted people's attention in no time as more eyes looked in their direction.

Looking at the irritated expression on Charles' face, the rest felt nervous for Lacey and Zeke.

Although they knew nothing about what happened, they could guess what sparked it.

Most of them knew that Charles probably was smitten by this attractive married woman, and he was making things difficult for her.

The couple was doomed, given that the situation turned out like how it always did for Charles.

In the past, Charles broke up many families.

Feeling Unsure, Lacey looked at Zeke, sending him a silent plea.

If they had no other choice left, they could only use Zeke's Great Marshal identity to pressure the other party.

To her surprise, Zeke did not fight back and compromised instead.

“Lacey, let's not make things difficult for him. Let's take a seat.”

Lacey felt more puzzled than ever, wondering what Zeke was trying to do.

“Good that you know better,” Josephine scoffed.

“Lacey, quickly take a seat!”

Josephine pulled Lacey down onto the seat.

With a cynical expression on his face, Charles gestured to the tiny stool beside the sofa and mocked Zeke, “You should have a seat too. If your butt feels cold, we can add another cushion to it.” He laughed.

“Okay, I will.” Zeke nonchalantly stated.

“However, I will not sit on this small stool. Instead, I'll take a VIP seat.”

At that moment, Charles flared up. “I told you that there are no more empty seats. Don't you understand what I'm saying? Otherwise, do you have a mental problem?”

“Well, even if there are no more spare seats, I'm sure someone will give up theirs to me.”

This time, Josephine chortled. “You are a blue-collar worker who wants these officials to give up a seat. Are you dreaming?”

However, Zeke ignored her words and walked to the VIP seat beside Lacey's in the front row.

A burly man was sitting there.

Judging from his outfit and the seat he obtained, anyone could tell he was someone important.

Charles' expression changed.

Damn it. Please don't tell me that prick wants to take this man's seat. He is an important figure that we cannot afford to offend. Even my father is terrified of upsetting him. Zeke is courting death!

Instinctively, Charles wanted to stop Zeke, but it was too late.

Zeke already started to speak. “I want to take this seat. Move away.”

Gasp!

Charles felt his body turn cold.

I'm done for it.

Charles had to take responsibility for how Zeke offended the important man.

He silently cursed under his breath. What the f***! Is he asking for trouble? What should I do now?

It was the first time Charles felt this helpless.

Similarly, Josephine was shocked beyond words and felt as though her heart had stopped.

If only I knew this man was a nutcase, who didn't care about his life, I would not have brought him here.

Everyone else in the room were equally dumbfounded.

Although many of them did not know who the man in the seat was, they knew he was probably a prominent figure. It could be seen by how his VIP seat was better than Charles and the head of the Ministry of Sacred.