Hearing the reason, I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. My mind flashed back to a time when I accompanied Zachary to a business meeting. The client, furious that the deal had fallen through, deliberately spilled wine on me. Yet, Zachary didn’t get mad at all. Instead of defending me, he even blamed me for being immature, for costing him the deal.
Now, I watched Zachary try to fight the man again, when his friend rushed over to stop him.
“Zachary! That’s enough!” his friend yelled, his voice tight with frustration. “You’re about to get married! Don’t cause any trouble!"
Unexpectedly, Zachary shoved him aside, his words slurred and laced with fury. “Who the hell said I’m getting married? This jerk spilled alcohol on my girlfriend! Nobody’s leaving until he apologizes!”
The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Zachary’s words hung in the air, and all of their eyes were now on me.
Despite that, I only smiled coldly. Then without a word, I stepped forward and slapped the man Zachary had been fighting with.
The room fell silent and the man’s face flushed with anger. “You crazy woman! How dare you hit me!"