At the standoff, Summer gracefully emerged from the crowd, âMr. Shaw, youâre in high spirits. Youâre willing to take time out of your busy schedule to attend tonightâs fashion banquet, just to share a dance with Mrs. Russell.â
Zachariahâs gaze sharpened instantly. âMs. Olsen, youâre mistaken. Thatâs not the purpose of my visit.â
âI heard Mr. Shaw didnât take on a single project tonight. He only did one thing,â Summer said with a smile, looking at everyone. âYou all saw it. He was dancing with Mrs. Russell.â
Josie stood still, her expression growing increasingly unpleasant. She couldnât understand the sudden appearance of Summer, but she was certain there was no good intention behind it.
Zachariah scoffed coldly. âDancing with her is hardly a big deal. Itâs just an opportunity to appreciate Ms. Warrenâs charm.â
When he spoke these words, he didnât address her as Dexterâs wife. Clearly, he intended to leave Dexter out of it and solely humiliate Josie.
Everyone understood and simultaneously burst into laughter.
It was not exactly friendly.
Summer also laughed, feeling the gaze from the corner. She walked over to Josie with a serious expression. âMr. Shaw, you shouldnât make things difficult for Ms. Warren. Who knows how many people. will come to trouble you if she acts coquettishly?â
Josieâs hand was held by Summer. The sudden difficulty made Josie stiffen.
Zachariah, with a hint of discomfort, chuckled at the words. âI must admit that I hadnât thought it through. Thank you, Ms. Olsen, for showing me the way.â
Summer and Josie exchanged a glance. Summer then said, âIndeed, she never sleeps with a nobody.â
The remark was dripping with sarcasm. Josieâs mouth corners drooped, and she even noticed someone. not far away raising their phone to take a picture.
She wanted to say something, but Summer forcefully silenced her. Lowering her voice, Summer said.
âThink carefully. Do you really want to confront me here?â
Josieâs hand, along with her retort, was suppressed.
Until the crowd dispersed, Summer and Josie stood facing each other on the hotel balcony.
Summer raised her wine glass, pouring the wine into the flowerpot. âAfter more than a year of prosperity, I never thought youâd see this day, Josie. How does it feel to shoot yourself in the foot?â
Josie stood straight, her face expressionless. âIâve never done such a thing. I have nothing to say.â
âNo?â Summer laughed. âSuch photos have already been leaked, and you still deny it? Do you enjoy playing the innocent so much? If I were Dexter, I would divorce you immediately.â
It seemed she knew that Josie and Dexter were not yet divorced.
Josie stared at Summer. It had been a long time since they last met, and she noticed a few more fine lines on her face. It seemed that the scheming and plotting of the Olsen family had not been few.
âWeâve already gotten a divorce, Ms. Olsen. No need for you to worry.â
Summer was taken aback. She hadnât expected Josie to be so nonchalant. âA-Are you really willing to divorce him?â
From beginning to end, she believed that what Josie was attracted to was Dexterâs position of power.
âWhy wouldnât I want to? What I desire is not a marriage filled with suspicion. Even without Dexter, I can still live well.â
Josie was so candid that Summer couldnât help but scoff. âNo⦠Dexter would never agree to this.â
After all that time, she knew Dexter harbored genuine feelings for Josie.
âIâve made up my mind, and I believe this is also what you want, Ms. Olsen. Once the divorce is finalized, youâll be the first one Iâll inform. By then, Iâm curious to see if you can outshine your own sister and truly become his wife.â
After some thought, Josie found such a scene quite amusing.
âYou!â Summer raised her hand.