Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

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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

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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-”

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

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for everyone’s enjoyment?”

The words were sharp, revealing his malice without trying to hide it. For a moment, the

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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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