Nicholas weaved through the crowd to congratulate them with a clap.
“Nicholas, you’re here too!” Cordelia greeted with a nod. “Where’s Linda?”
“Sigh, your bestie’s a workaholic. She’s still working in the office now!” Nicholas shook his head with a helpless smile.
“Say, Zephyr, has the world changed now? These women are so capable. Are we men waiting to be taken care of?”
“That’d be great!” Zephyr smirked with a sly glint. He picked up Cordelia’s hand, the diamond ring on it glowing prettily.
“See, I’ve already handed in the deposit.” Zephyr was triumphant. “Cordelia will take care of me after this!”
“Yeah, right!” Nicholas looked at him in disdain.
“Right. Time for something else.”
The smile on Zephyr’s face slowly hardened, and his gaze turned deep and complex.
He was again the cold guy and felt even more oppressive than earlier. It felt like a pressure was weighing the hall down.
Nancy noticed that things did not look good, but before she could grab Michelle and go, they were stopped by a deep voice.
“Ms. Carmichael, we have something we haven’t cleared up, don’t we?”
Michelle froze in her steps and turned around stiffly. She could not help shuddering when she met the man’s icy gaze.
Zephyr looked at her coldly. “Someone stopped my wife from entering and boldly claimed that she’s the future Mrs. Hamerton?”
“No!” Nancy cried frantically, “You’ve misunderstood it, Mr. Zephyr. Michelle—”
“I’m asking her, not you!”
Nancy dared not speak and stepped back.
Michelle was long consumed by various emotions—jealousy, rage, fear, confusion… They overwhelmed her, and she was stripped of her rationale and thoughts.
Zephyr spoke slowly. “Nicholas, I heard that she’s your new artist?”
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