I pursed my lips, suppressed the anger in my heart, and said, "Do you always speak without thinking twice?"
"You!" Dazaray wanted to snap at me but could only hold back her anger because there were too many people around.
Not wanting to stay here any longer, I tried to pull off Theo's hand that was on my waist. "It's getting late. I should go."
No matter how much strength I exerted, Theo's hand seemed welded to my waist, unable to be pulled off.
I was a little angry now and looked at Theo with a frown. "Can you please remove your hand, Mr. Grant?"
Now, everyone was giving me strange stares because o f what Dazaray said earlier.
They must be thinking how gross I was for seducing other men when I was already married.
I was furious the more I thought about it and could not help but yell, "Are you done, Theo Grant?”
I was a little too loud, and the guys who were darting glances at us from time to time were staring fixedly at us now.
I suddenly felt suffocated. This man was sent from heaven to torture me.
Dazaray looked at me with astonishment. "Wanda, how can you speak to Mr. Grant-”
I glared at her and cut her off in a cold voice. "Just shut up!"
After saying that, I pulled Theo’s hand away from my waist while standing up from the sofa, thinking that h e would probably let go by now.
Little did I know, Theo stood up with me and looked at the crowd, saying, "Thank you for the hospitality today. It's getting late and I should get going.”
Theo was about to leave before the matter was discussed, so naturally, Mr. Isaac was not going to let that happen. He quickly got up and walked up to him, stopping him with a smile. "You just sat down, Mr. Grant. You haven't even drunk enough yet. Why are you leaving so soon? Why don't you take a seat and enjoy yourself a little longer?”
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