Chapter 2

I scoffed and asked, "Do you really believe that the Goldman family will want to work with Sheryl just because she talked to them? What can she even offer the wealthiest family in the city?"

Sheryl had caught up to us by then. "I'm warning you, Felix. Don't cause a scene!" she hissed fiercely. "I'll give you 500 dollars. Call a cab right now and go home! You can order delivery for whatever you want to eat!"

She then transferred 500 dollars into my bank account.

I nearly burst out laughing when the notification popped up on my phone. Did Sheryl really think that I needed her money?

The handprint on my cheek was still stinging terribly. I couldn't help but wonder what made her assume that I had only shown up at the banquet to cause a scene.

I ignored Sheryl's orders for me to leave. Instead, I turned around and continued marching toward Shawn.

Did Sheryl really think that she could change my mind with a mere 500 dollars? What a joke!

Sheryl chased after me and roared, "Stop right there, Felix!"

Her raised voice drew the attention of the guests around us, but I wasn't going to let anyone stop me.

Sheryl was beyond furious. Casting aside the image she was trying so desperately to uphold, she lunged and grabbed me. She then raised her hand, looking as if she was going to slap me again.

I grabbed her wrist before she could slap me, saying, "You're behaving quite barbarically, Ms. Wilson. Are you really going to slap me when you're dressed so nicely? Are you sure you want to act like a madwoman in front of the Goldmans?"

Sheryl gritted her teeth. "Have you lost your mind, Felix? How dare you speak to me like that!"

Hunter had also caught up to us by then. "Don't waste your breath on him, Sheryl. He wouldn't even be able to set foot in this hall if not for you. Just order the security guards to throw him out!"

Sheryl's eyes lit up. She was just about to call the security guards when I freed myself from her grasp and strode over to Shawn.

Sheryl was so shocked that she didn't dare breathe too loudly. She hurried over to us and said, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Goldman. This bastard only offended you because he doesn't know any better. He's totally uncultured, so I hope you don't take his words or actions to heart."

Shawn looked at Sheryl curiously before asking, "Who is this man to you?"

Sheryl was momentarily stunned before she stuttered, "H-He's my friend!"

"A friend?" Shawn repeated.

"She was my fiancee a few seconds ago, but we're no longer engaged as of this moment. We're just normal friends," I declared loudly.

"Good. You still have your wits about you," Shawn said, nodding.

Sheryl was extremely nervous. Her face had twisted into an upset expression, not understanding what Shawn was talking about.

So, she simply nodded and said, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Goldman. I'm Sheryl Wilson from Peak Corporation. I've contacted your assistant before. I—"

Shawn interrupted her by raising his hand. "I have no plans to talk business today."

Sheryl stood awkwardly to the side. She was nearly overwhelmed with the urge to tear me apart when she noticed the mirth sparkling in my eyes.

In the past, whenever she had to meet a client, I would always help her find out their preferences. My information made it easy for her to find common ground with them before she moved on to her real goal.

However, I had no plans to help Sheryl this time, so she could only glare at me.

Hunter squeezed himself into our conversation, eager to prove himself.

"It's your big day today, Mr. Goldman, so you shouldn't let someone unpresentable and insignificant ruin your fun. We'll throw him out right now!"

He made a gesture and yelled, "Guards!"

Shawn simply glanced at Hunter.

When the security guards remained at their stations, Hunter shouted again, "Guards!"

I laughed and took a bite out of the cake.

"Stop shouting. Do you really think that you can order the Goldman family's men around? How embarrassing. You really do see yourself as an equal among these powerful people, don't you?"

Hunter's expression turned steely as he clenched his fists.

Meanwhile, Sheryl glared at me fiercely. She was just about to start berating me when Shawn spoke first.

"Does it taste good?" Shawn asked.

I nodded. "It's delicious."

I then brought the cake close to Shawn's lips and asked, "Would you like a bite?"

Sheryl was absolutely stupefied by my actions. She grabbed me and hissed, "Have you lost your mind?"

She then turned to Shawn and said, "Don't mind him, Mr. Goldman. He's got some screws loose in his head. I'll get him to leave right now!"