Chapter 52 Zachary's ashes
Zachary pursed his thin lips tightly.
Winona chuckled softly.
"What's there to be afraid of? It's just a dinner date," Zachary firmly misunderstood her relationship with Matthew, and she couldn't be bothered to explain.
During their argument, the people at Matthew's table noticed them. They were all part of the same circle and when Matthew looked up and saw the two of them, he could tell at a glance that Zachary was discussing business matters, so he didn't come over to interrupt.
Zachary stared expressionlessly at Winona and forcefully said, "Hold my arm."
Winona displeasedly lowered her voice, "It's just a simple meal, not a banquet. No need to hold arms."
Having to hold arms like this all the time felt like a deliberate performance, too fake.
Zachary gave her a faint glance and said, "When someone pays, it's up to me as the employer to decide what you should and shouldn't do. Do you have the right to object?"
Fine, in this day and age, the one who pays is the boss. Who hasn't encountered a demanding employer before!
Winona held his hand, and the server led them to the reserved private room.
After they were seated, Mrs. Miller intentionally tried to get closer to Winona and praised her face, staring at her and saying, "Mrs. Bailey has such beautiful skin, so fair and delicate. Even up close, I can't see any pores."
Although her words carried a compliment, she wasn't lying. Winona really did have great skin, fair and flawless, the kind that countless women dream of.
Winona's hopes of being seen as more than just a decorative girlfriend failed, so she had to put away her phone and put on a spirited smile to respond, "Mrs. Miller, you're too kind. It's not that amazing."
Seeing how easygoing and humble she was, Mrs. Miller, who as the madam of the Bailey family, had her own share of confidence, grew to like her even more.
"If you don't mind my asking, how do you take care of your skin?"
Other than applying skincare products in the morning and evening, Winona didn't really do much to her skin. Perhaps it was natural, after all, her mother's skin was also very good.
But if she said that, Mrs. Miller would probably think she's conceited, so she explained to her the skincare routine Rebecca usually followed.
As the two of them were engrossed in their conversation, a light "thud" sound came from the table in front of her. She turned her head and saw the slender fingers of a man just pulling away from a glass.
Winona turned to look at the culprit, Zachary, and as she scanned the table, she understood his intention. She whispered to him, "You want to pour tea, call the server."
The server was standing just outside the private room. A knock on the table would suffice to summon them over.
In a deep voice, Zachary said, "Then why did I spend ten million dollars to hire you? I'd rather spend three thousand dollars to hire a server who can see better than you."
Winona leaned closer to Zachary and gritted her teeth, "In this deal, my role is to be a decorative girlfriend. I'm sitting here, exhausting myself, just to support you."
She wasn't unable to pour the cup of tea, but she had to make her position clear, to prevent Zachary from taking advantage of the ten million dollars.
Zachary didn't say anything, his ink-colored eyes deeply examining the woman. "A vase? That's not an accurate portrayal of yourself."
Not a vase? Did that mean she was indirectly admitting to having other abilities?
Although Zachary often spoke harshly to her, considering his praise for her today, Winona felt it wouldn't hurt to pour him a glass of water.
As this thought arose and before she could act on it, she heard the man beside her continue in a calm voice, "Good appearance, good figure, always available, accompanying meals and sleep, foot massages. Which of these requirements for being a vase do you think you meet?"
Winona's hand froze. She didn't have the mental capacity to ponder which requirement she met because right now, she only wanted to burst Zachary's brain!
"You have so many requirements just for pouring water? If you want to be a vase, go through a few years of training. If you want money, focus on your actual job. Even a six-year-old knows this principle. Do you still need someone to teach you?"
Winona was so furious that she was about to explode, but there were business partners watching. It would be too embarrassing to argue in public. In case someone captured a video and posted it online, it wouldn't be worth sacrificing her reputation for Zachary.
"Zachary, if you ever go bankrupt, you'd better find a remote mountain as your burial ground, or else your ashes will be scattered sooner or later."
"I don't need you to worry about my ashes. Now, pour the water."
Winona twisted the teapot with anger and poured water for him.
Mr. Miller saw everything that happened between them, especially Winona's impatience toward Zachary... His eyes flickered as thoughts crossed his mind.
In the later half of the meal, Winona ignored Zachary, but the man was shameless. "Pass me the dish."
She took a deep breath and silently repeated "$300 million" in her mind. Now, ten million dollars couldn't intimidate her anymore.
She picked a few dishes that Zachary didn't like and placed them in his bowl. The man glanced at her, and Winona forced a fake and exaggerated smile at him.
On the other side, Mrs. Miller looked on with envy and sighed, "Winona, you and Mr. Bailey have such a great relationship."
Meanwhile, Zachary and Mr. Miller chatted happily, discussing the market, policies, and future development. Winona didn't listen carefully, but she had to admit that although Mr. Miller wasn't attractive but he knew quite a lot.
After sitting there for a while, feeling bored, Winona got up and went to the restroom.
When Winona came out of the restroom, she saw Mr. Miller standing at the doorway.
After the meal, it seemed like his beer belly had gotten even bigger, and his steps were slightly unsteady from drinking. Winona felt like he could collapse any moment.
And Mr. Miller's eyes were almost glued to Winona. "Mrs. Bailey, what a coincidence to see you here."
She perfunctorily smiled and said, "You look busy, I'll leave first."
Mr. Miller stood in her path as she was about to leave, and when he brushed past her, he held onto her hand. "Mrs. Bailey, you smell so nice..."
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